My Only Friend

I've been staring at this fruit loop for 30 minutes. I'm wondering when am I going to pick this yellow hidden treasure off the floor surrounded by remnants of his friends. I've passed this fruit loop several times over the last two weeks, but something has prevented me from sweeping this lonely particle made up of sugar and processed flour from the Earth. How lonely this fruit loop must feel? I wonder if it feels abandoned. Life is passing by right before its eyes. He feels like the world is going on without him. His friends have moved on, but he is still in the same position. He's waiting for the Grimm Sweeper to come and make a decision for him. He has no legs. No strength to move. He feels hopeless. Maybe I should take him out of his misery or maybe I'll just wait another week.