perils of apartment living

I was having a wonderful dream
about one of the bouncers
from my favourite bar 
making me an omelet.
But not just any omelet-
this one had ginger beef
magical mushrooms
and cheese.
I could feel the excitement mounting
as I waited ever so patiently
in line
for it to be done cooking,
when a knocking on my wall
a shrill constant banging
combined with the piercing whirl of a drill
awoke me
before I had the chance
for even just one bite.
Now I'm back inside reality
where the only thing
for breakfast
is toast
and Christmas oranges.
Nothing magical about that.