he sat on his bed.
cookie in hand
a small trash can near his right foot
almost nothing was going on in his head,
except the anticipation of what was about to tantalize his taste buds.
he salivated as he raised his hand to his mouth and took a bite.
his entire existence could now be summed up
in the reaction between his tongue and the bite of cookie now melting upon it.
beautiful. he tapped his cookie over the trash can
so extra crumbs would not mess up his carpet.
...another bite
then perhaps later in the day
another cookie
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