I gobble and eat, I need a sweet treat. Do you ever find yourself craving a little sugar after a large meal?
I could eat the best steak and eggs in the world but I’m left feeling empty. The meal was more than enough, wasn’t it? I look around at nothing around me, under my bed, in the fridge, maybe my roommate has something? Do I have to run to the store?
I have a craving that can’t be stopped, a need for something sweet. A palate cleanser, a release. I need the dopamine, I need the feast. That sweet drizzzling chocolate, that soft pull of a sugary donut, the perfect creaminess of peanut butter. I look and look, why do I always feel this way? Was I born like this? Did I develop it with time? Why does my dad dislike sweets but I can’t seem to quench mine.
I walk over to the cabinet with hope in my heart. Swing the door open to reveal. One last package of a sweet treat for me to steal. I lift it up high and let out a laugh. I’m going to love it, but it won’t last. I take a bite. With a smile and glee. The sweet and salty makes my tongue run free. The crime happened so fast. Was it a memory of the past? A tear starts to form in my eye as I see what I’ve done. My sweet treat is gone and I want another one.
Housed and Fed 