under the blanket

Two fresh slices of toast, with thick gooey kaya oozing over the edges and a slab of butter melting in between. That’s the stuff dreams are made of.

Since kaya toast is out of my reach, I have to resort to what my mom used to make for breakfast -- toasted bread with butter and sprinkled with sugar.

But, drats, even that is out of reach for now, cos I lack two crucial ingredients. And it is way too late to go to Sainsbury’s to buy bread and butter at this hour.

Will just go to bed hungry and dream of kaya toast.