The Cookie That Called My Name…

There I was, just minding my own business when my nostrils flared with excitement. Could it be that after a long day of cleaning and writing there was something calling my name? NO, no…my name wasn’t actually being called…not really. But as I tried to ignore the smell of chocolate chip cookies baking in the oven, I realized I would not be able to resist the scrumptious delight. My mouth began to water as I focused on my work, my nostrils in tune with my mouth, fought against my brain. I MUST NOT GIVE IN, I whispered to myself. I WILL BE GOOD! But then my tummy joined in as the symphony of chanters urged me to leave my post and head to the kitchen. Still, I refused to listen. I began to read my writing aloud to distract my organs from turning me into a crazed chocolate  chip cookie connoisseur!  I knew it was a losing battle, but I remain steadfast at my keyboard clicking away until I noticed something strange in my writing. My fingers had jumped ship and I was now frantically writing “Cookies!” “Cookies!” Oh no, I thought, lifting my fingers from their perch. Who was this tormentor that dare bake cookies on a rainy afternoon? Why would they subject me to this anguish when I am trying so hard to be lean? Whirling around in my chair, I threw myself towards the door to give the baker a piece of my mind. As I entered the delicious smelling kitchen, the yellow walls pronounce the joy I felt inside as the smell engulfed me. I scanned the room to find the culprit that pulled me from my work…there she stood all by herself half crazed and intoxicated by the flavors wafting before her. She lifted a cookie and waved it in front of my nose, begging me to take a bite. Looking around I saw no one…yes, no one but me…and so I shoved it in my mouth and ate every single crumb of it…..disposing of the evidence that would ruin me if someone should find out!