Cookies of Desire

Kettle is on.

The building violence of boiling water a perfect metaphor for the anticipation building inside of me to take a bite of that cookie.

Steaming mug of tea in hand, I ascend upstairs to the bedroom.

I place the mug carefully on the bedside table and slide under the covers, reaching for the box of cookies sitting innocently on the bed.

I stop a moment to admire the box - feel it's weight in my hand - before ripping open the packaging to reveal the scrumptiously naughty cookies within.

The second layer of plastic only serves to tease me further, preventing me from being able to touch or smell the cookies I want to eat so badly.

Peeling open the plastic case, I'm suddenly overwhelmed by the sweet, sweet smell of the chocolate cookie and have to restrain myself from just taking one straight away.

Instead, I carefully select the first in the box, taking care not to drop any crumbs on it's way out of the container.

Holding it moments away from my mouth, I pause to inhale it's amazing smell one last time before sinking my teeth into the crunchy biscuit.

When the taste hits my tongue, I can no longer contain myself and take bite after bite until my whole mouth is filled with the heavenly, chocolate taste of the cookie I'd been waiting to eat all morning.

Sitting back, still only partly satisfied, I reach for my mug of tea to allow myself a short break before going back for another...