it's almost there...(i think)

So, I've been working on my text for the 3D project the past few days and I've hit a roadblock. I'm not sure where I'm going with it and what else it needs, so I'm hoping to get some feedback from cyberspace! Please comment with your thoughts -- thanks!

The handful of colorful rings swimming in a sea of sweet pink milk sitting next to the unread sections of the Sunday Frederick News Post are quickly turning into an undesirable mushy rainbow. Sure, the last of the box of ‘Froot Loops’ were poured and topped with a splash of nearly expired 1% milk a mere fifteen minutes ago, but it doesn’t take long for the milk to permeate the candy coating of sugar and suck the life out of the once crunchy cereal.

You were looking forward to those last few mouthfuls of Toucan Sam’s confection. If only you could go back to the first crunchy bites. It serves you right though, what was so great about the article you were reading on Britney Spears’ custody battle that made you neglect the most important meal of the day?

As a child, your mother insisted you clean your cereal bowl each morning. She knew your secret weapon, too – the cat that patiently waited under the table. But there’s no cat to pass this bowl to. Just you, your conscience, the Sunday paper and your ‘Froot Loop’ soup.

It’s getting more repulsive by the minute. If you eat it, it may just ruin your day, and if you don’t, in your head all day you’ll hear your mother lecturing you about the starving kids in Africa that would do anything for a morsel of food.

The guilt is almost too much to bear. You fiddle with your spoon in the bowl; something your mother would have scolded you for. Maybe if you sat there long enough, like you did as a child in your silent protest against eating the brussel sprouts on your dinner plate until your father told you to go to bed without dessert, the guilt would subside. But the longer you wait, the worse it looks. It couldn’t be that bad…or could it?