Croissant Cronicles, Part Four

I was just admiring it.
Sitting in soft morning light. Thinking soft thoughts.
The croissant rested gently beside me. Large. Luminous. Warm.

And then… something happened.
A feeling. A question.
A spiral.

“What if I’m not carrying the croissant… what if it’s carrying me?”

🌀 Phase 1: The Pastry Pondering Begins

I leaned in.
It leaned back (okay, not really—but emotionally).
I saw layers—flaky folds of wisdom, wrapped in butter and destiny.

Could this not be a snack, but a metaphor?
A flaky externalization of my internal plushiness?

🧠 Phase 2: Snack Identity Crisis

• Am I the croissant?

• Is the croissant me?

• Are we all just dough, waiting to rise in our own way?
  
  

I whispered these thoughts into my hoodie. Pandy walked by and said,

“You’re spiraling again, aren’t you?”

Yes. Yes, I was.

🐙 Mini Blue’s Reaction

They climbed onto the croissant. Sat silently.
Stared into the distance like a philosopher at sea.

Their color shifted to a thoughtful lavender.

☁️ Pandy’s Intervention

He handed me tea.
He said, “It’s okay to just eat the croissant, Doggie.”
I nodded. I didn’t eat it. Not yet.

It was still saying things. Quietly. In pastry.

🐾 Final Thought:

Maybe the croissant is a snack.
Maybe it’s a symbol.
Maybe it’s a plushie-sized anchor in a world that sometimes feels crumbly.

But one thing I know:

When life feels too big…
Sometimes all you need is a flaky friend to hold you together.

Philosnackically yours,
Doggie 🐶✨
Butterbound Dreamer, Spiral Champion, Croissant Soulmate

P.S. I will eat it. Eventually. But only when it’s emotionally correct.