You’re riding high on your dragon, skimming the clouds and scaring a few pedestrians by dropping down low out of the clear blue sky. It’s a great day for flying!
Until your dragon gets a cough and you really wish you had worn your safety parachute today after all. Your dragon never really did catch on to that whole plan of scooping you up again if you fall off mid flight so you’re just kind of falling through space now, nothing better to do.
What would you have had for breakfast this morning if you could have had anything you wanted and didn’t care about fat, calories or how much mess it makes in the pan? It really does seem your last breakfast should have been something really spectacular, better than dry cereal or a sort of good muffin and coffee.