Breakfast is the cruelest meal. It lives in a territory between dreams and reality – between night and day. Everyone is a child when they wake up and are granted the indulgences of a child. After breakfast they are adults. No one is spared. In the first scene of the fairy tale the characters are assembled in a cottage deep in the forest sitting around a rough-hewn wooden table. The dappled morning sunlight shines through the windows as they eat oatmeal and discuss how happy they are. They could be farmers, or dwarves or animals that speak. Their identities don’t matter. They are smiling and laughing. They are untouched. Eventually the plot will move forward and terrible things will happen. They will be separated and imprisoned. They will be acted upon in unspeakable ways. But they are safe in this moment.
Nothing bad happens until after breakfast.