Breakfast Fit for a Queen

I sprinted out of the room not ready for what i encountered. It was a saturday morning my mother always makes a fantastic surprise. I turned the corner and the beutiful aroma of waffels fills my heart with joy. As i ever so slowly walked in to the kitchen and saw the choclate waffles the last batch being flipped off the stove top. I wanted to fill my mouth with the magical flavor. As my mom called everyone to the table i sat down in my favorite seat right where she put the freshly squeezed orange juice. Once everyone sat down we just stared at the master peice she had cooked. Crispy bacon, the fresh orange juice, the perfectly cut apple slices and no one could forget the choclate chip waffles. As she served me my plate i went straight to the waffles. I stabbed them with my pointed fork as if i had just made the kill. Then slowly raised it to the chamber known as my mouth to be devoured. I ever so elegantly chewed the one bite. The maple syrup danced on my tounge as the choclate flowed down my throat still warm. And the fluffy waffle topped off the dance fest like fireworks exploding. before i knew it the waffles were gone. The orange juice had been gulped down the taste still floating in my mouth. The bacon i took one bit and the flavor exploded like a bomb. The last thing left on my plate was the apple slices probaly my least favorite part. Yes the meal i just discribed was fit for the best of queens.