Bed-headed routine motors you down the hallway. Anticipation is tangible almost, pulling you like an irresistible force as your feet pitter-patter across the coolness of the tiled kitchen floor. Nimble fingers encircle the lid. It gives way effortlessly while the aroma of ambition merrily greets your senses.
Then, it suddenly dawns on you.
Thoughts of liquid ambrosia start to give way to regret leaving you standing motionless in complete horror. Your tiny reflection gazing back from the bottom of your coveted jar reveals only the look of regret and bitter anguish from yesterday's forgotten trip to the grocery.
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