Holy shit - it's your girlfriend Cindy! You only saw her curled up in bed a couple of minutes ago and here she is once more...her eyes looking slightly dragged, her hair untamed, her lips drooping slightly. She's still half-asleep, so face it: she's not going to see you, so to her you are just another cheerio.
"Oh mom...why did you wake me up so early...?" your girlfriend groaned, as she picked up her spoon.
Maybe you should try swimming through the milk again. It's pretty deep, so maybe if you swam right to the bottom you wouldn't be scooped up. Maybe. It's worth trying.
"Cindy, you have school today."
"Yeah, I know..."
"So eat those cheerios quickly!"
Alright, it's now or never. You take one deep breath, close your eyes, and...splash. You're submerged in the white liquid again - time to make a break for it. Your arms brush through the milk easily, so you don't find any difficulty with escaping certain death. Unless Cindy dips the spoon down to the bottom. Or even then, she might be one of those people who drink the milk out of the bowl after they've finished their cereal.
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