Early morning, the sun is shinen and the first thing you hear is the first door slammed and the sweet smell of Apple cinnamon muffins freshly baked. You drag your self with no hesitation to see if your nose was right and if there was a prize and if not you gonna cause a great scene about the slamming  of the doors and how plugging in Scented stuff that smell like food in the morning is unnecessary, just like what happened in L. A, that was only a portion of it and don't forget what happened when the cops showed up there was......Ah........ I mean forget that and lets get back to the story. So after walking your way from your bed to the kitchen which to you was like a whole mile, you found a whole basket of freshly braked muffins with a note. And With out even reading the note you pick up a muffin staring at it as if a nine year old teased you with it  after locking you in his closet and not eating for months and out of annoyance and boredom he gave it to you. As you eat it like a commercial, you grabbed a cool half empty cup of coffee  and stumbled on what seemed to be a note slide half way under the basket read;