The toast story

The smell of warm toast filtered through the cracks in the door to which, she decided she should pursue. Stumbling along the hallway, she emerged in the kitchen where she found the toast on a plate with a pot of homemade jam accompanying it. Her stomach growled and she pounced on the toast, devouring it in mere seconds. It was all gone now. Just some measly crumbs lay on the table and she now was left with nothing to do and just only half fulfilled.
She woke up with a sudden jerk to realise that she had fallen asleep on the bus; and not only had she missed her stop, but there was also a wierd old lady sitting beside her sniffing her hair.