Cookies
01/01
The cookies in the kitchen call to me. Chocolate chip supposedly baked in the grocery store, sitting in the box on the counter. Every time I pass through the kitchen, the little box screams my name and calls: “EAT ME. I’LL BE DELICIOUS.” I can’t, I haven’t even eaten dinner yet, isn’t that the rule? Well, I ate dinner, nothing too special, and I poured a cup of milk, just to dip those cookies. Four small cookies on a paper plate, and I moved to the table…and they were hard as rocks. Sadly, I wished the screaming circles were softer, and dunked them in the ocean of white one by one…