I’m not sure what Sadie looks like or is doing besides eating cookies, but I love that you threw in the coffee table, because you just can’t seem to NOT bump into one!

Nothing is more real than a bruised shin and a burned mouth. Nice!

I love “Share.” – seems more of a command, a deserved recompense for the panic caused and wound resultant.

How long had Sadie wondered about it? Had she lain in bed, debating whether to investigate or leave it till morning?

The one portion that puzzled me was the middle – microwave?

Ah – tags enlighten.

Toaster! Now it makes sense – I can see it.