It was a typical Tuesday morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I was standing in front of my trusty fridge, contemplating the meaning of life.
As I gazed lovingly at the contents of my fridge, I realized that it was more than just a repository of food. It was a sanctuary, a refuge, a my therapist in times of crisis.
I spent the next several hours in a state of reverent contemplation, surrounded by the comforting hum of the fridge, the gentle glow of the light in the door, and the soft rattle of the drawers.
And then, it hit me: the fridge is my escape. My happy place. My superpower.
Little did I know, this epiphany would change my life forever. Or at least, for the next 5 minutes.
ประกWant to learn more about the Fridge as a source of comfort and inspiration? Check out Chapter 8: The Fridge is My Safe Space for more!