Belle yawned as she strolled into the kitchen, the early morning sun seeped through the windows.
She felt the comforting coolness of the tile floor beneath her bare feet as she made her way to the fridge. The dull hum of the refrigerator greeted her as she opened the door, reaching inside to grab a bottle of water. She twisted off the cap and took a long, refreshing gulp, the cold water trickling down her throat.
With the bottle still in hand, Belle turned toward the cabinets, her mind on the bag of chips she had left there the previous night. As she opened the cabinet door, her eyes scanned the shelves, but there was no sign of the chips.
"Where did I leave it?" she muttered to herself, her brows furrowing in confusion. She rummaged through the contents of the cabinet, moving aside boxes of cereal and jars of peanut butter, but still, the bag of chips was nowhere to be found.
