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Mikey liked cereals.
There were different shape, form, color, taste and especially sound.
(He wasn't even hungry but he needed to eat, distract himself)
He liked the sensation of crunch and the sound they made inside his mouth.
It was a fun and at the same time simple breakfast.
(the vibration of the crunch made his head shut up)
You didn't have to do much to make it. Just bowl, cereals, milk, spoon and you're good to go!
(He didn't want to do it, he just wanted to feel better, feel better, why wasn't he feeling better? He wanted to continue. Over and over again until feeling good enough to stop... but the good never came, the good never arrived, only more sadness, only more pain.)
He didn't like how that morning he had drops of blood in his cereals, but he didn't want to waste good breakfast, so he kept on eating.
It was uncomfortable when his arms got stuck on the counter for the same reason, dried blood and fresh blood made a mess, it was sticky.
But he was still enjoying the cereals, watching the dark spots in front of him getting bigger, his vision getting fogger.
After finishing the cereals he washed the bowl and spoon, he placed them back to their respective places... Kind of useless as they got covered in blood soon after touching them, but Mikey didn't care. He only cared about getting on his bed and pass out if possible.