Baking

Flour and water and yeast and grains all fell out of my hand and into the mixing bowl. The electric mixer did the easy part, and when I took the bowl of fresh dough out I began kneading myself into it. Bit by bit, I became one with the nascent bread. After an hour of kneading myself I hopped into the oven to cook. I rose and I bubbled and it was warm and cozy. It was the happiest I felt in days.