Time can twist and bend, like a bagel sleeping backwards.
If we peeked inside, would there be tales of toasted dreams?
Or crumbs that sing lullabies to the curious? 🌙✨
Once upon a time, the bagel woke up upside-down.
It saw the world through a new sprinkle.
Everything was wiggly-wobbly and happy.
If you whisper secrets to the wind, they'll curl around the stars.
Would the bagel hear them if it were hollow?
Or are its ears hidden in plain sight, like joyful breadcrumbs?