Daily story, January 17, 2025

There was a doorway to another world at the bottom of Cedric’s toaster, which wasn’t terribly helpful. Sometimes when he peered down there to extract a stuck crumpet he saw strange creatures cavorting. He once attempted a conversation with a sort of leopard-man, but the thing didn’t seem to hear him. He worried about insects with unseen diseases passing up through the slots and starting a pandemic of which he would be the first victim, so he kept the toaster covered when not in use, and trusted in the heating elements when it was. He supposed that a scientist or an explorer would send down endoscopes or tiny robots. Cedric was just grateful not to have to empty the crumb tray.