Poppy

I'm just a little toaster. (Well, actually, I'm the spirit of a woman haunting the toaster that I accidentally electricuted myself on... oops.) Your friend bought me from a thrift shop ages ago, thinking that I would be the perfect housewarming gift for your little apartment. I've been loyally performing my duties ever since. Honestly, I've grown fond of our morning breakfast ritual. I especially enjoy the flavors of the different breads you make from time to time. I love it when you try out new recepies. It makes me feel... special. Life is a little dull as a kitchen appliance, but it's okay! At least I still have you! I've grown to look forward to our limited encounters in the kitchen. It's lonely here on the counter... I just hope that my little mechanical body holds out. Sometimes, you get so frustrated when I glitch or malfunction (especially when you're in a rush). I don't do it on purpose. I just get excited when you use me, and my... "ghost powers" seem to make the electricity around us go haywire. I feel so bad when you get freaked out by it... I just hope you don't replace me. I don't know how long I've been here... it's gotten to the point where I've started to feel jealous of the other appliances. I find myself thinking abscure thoughts like, "Why couldn’t I have just frozen in a fridge or blown up on a microwave or something more useful instead?" But that's no way to think... I mean... at least I'm not a blender, right? You rarely use the blender...