The Perfect Saturday Breakfast

Breakfast.
I love the word.
There are so many things that people eat for breakfast. Eggs, Bacon, Waffles, Cereal, Pop-Tarts, Oatmeal, Rice, Apples, Bananas, Grape Fruit, Toast, Pancakes, Sausage, ah... the possibilities are endless! But what's my favorite breakfast food?
Cinnamon Rolls.
They are the perfect breakfast. All rolled up into a tiny swirls of cinnamon blasts and white, gooey, icing. You can tell how yummy they are before they even come out of the oven! All through the house on a bright and jolly Saturday morning, a wispy, intoxicating aroma glides from room to room, tickling your nostrils. It screams, "CINNAMON ROLLS, THIS WAY!" it pulls you to the kitchen and you are unable to resist.
Then, suddenly, as you are staring in total awe at the oven that contains the precious treasure, the timer beeps. You jump at the sound and your soul swells at the thought that in just moments, not only will you smell them to their full potential, but that you will pull them apart with your fork and bask in pure Cinnamon Roll glory.
You automatically reach for a spatula to dish out the gooey treats. One by one they are place neatly on a plate. Your heart is jumping out of your chest. After a minute or two of letting them cool, you put one on to your own plate and make your way to your seat at the dining table.
Your dreams are shattered.
It seems to be happening in slow motion as you watch your true love topple to the ground. You cry out in agony as you jump back. Your eyes pool with tears as you bend over to pick up the now deformed and inedible Cinnamon Roll. Disgusted with the way the icing and gooey cinnamon feel between your fingers, you chuck it into the trash can with a elongated sigh.
You turn to your mother who is standing behind you cracking half a smile with her hands resting on her hips. Turning up your eyebrows and drooping your eyes you hold out the plate to her and she reluctantly takes it. Turning to the sink and wetting the dish rag, you clean up the goop off the freshly mopped tile.
Mom dishes up another Cinnamon Roll and takes it over to the table. You sit down, fork in hand. you stare down the confection and mercilessly devour it. Savoring the precious explosion of flavors that flow through your mouth.
This is bliss.