Scissor-Mouth

"...iss _____... Miss _____... _____!!" The smell of food lingered in the air, and you swore whatever it was had to be the one thing in the world that you wanted to eat that morning. Ludwig had been trying to wake you up for what seemed like a while, but you were just now coming to. You grunted in response to the shaking, and allowed the man to pull you out of your sheets. Your back ached like hell. "Out of bed now, Frau. Your on location today; I'll drive you to work once you eat breakfast." Once sitting upright in bed, he placed a pile on your lap, pointing to the bathroom with the wooden spoon in his hand. Your eyes flickered to the door,