Chocolate
mmmmmmm...
T here remains one chocolate in the candy box, and thus shall it remain.
All the others have eagerly been eaten, their sweet taste enjoyed by all within the household this day. And yet one lone chocolate remains.
Who shall consume this morsel?
Surely not I. It will take someone far braver than myself to steal it away and in secret eat it's tender pleasure. No, not myself - I could not conceive of denying another this last opportunity to enjoy what I have this day so often and without shame entertained upon my pallet. Surely not I.
Though I am tempted.
Sorely, sorely tempted.
And so it sits, forlornly upon the counter. It's beautiful shape dully catching the light, it's dark colour almost hypnotizing to the eye - It calls.
I do not want others to know that I want this last chocolate, for then I would seem greedy, and not a good person if I were to admit this. And so for the same reason I leave the this little temptation, I leave a few drops of milk in the carton, and some crumbs of cereal in the box, and never, never never finish * all * the ice cream (of course leaving only a spoonful, which will sit there for months and become freezer burned before it is thrown out - But it *was not I* who took that last taste!)
And so it sits there upon the counter, waiting ever so patiently for a soul much braver than I to claim it.
Oh, how I think of that brave soul with envy! They will move with a sureness and a grace I lack, and before all, consume the chocolate! A symbolic act of their intrinsic dominance and obvious superiority over us all! At once I long to be this person *and* to witness this act of self righteousness! Oh! the Glory of it all!
But, in the mean time - the chocolate continues to occupy a very small space on the counter, and a very large space in my imagination! This simple, simple chocolate! How like the forbidden fruit you are! Such a temptation waiting to happen, an incident destined to be! An event in limbo, awaiting the impetus of desire strong enough to foster the action to claim you!
But I can not. It is not for me have. I am not the one - I have no strength of such. No superhuman predetermination - no will strong enough to move myself from the keyboard to the kitchen counter to strike swiftly and silently or even to move slowly and deliberately in front of all the denizens of the household! No. It is not for me. I am not the one. And there can only be one, for there remains only the one chocolate. Not to be shared in a democratic or even tribal manner. It is to be consumed in a totalitarian fashion - in a brutal full mouthed fashion leaving no room for misinterpretation! A conquest of the pallet! Domination via mastication!
And yet I am outflanked by the nagging doubt that I shall be caught in the act - this terrible act of selfishness, not unlike the small child with their hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Are not the two the same though? The cookie, the apple, and the chocolate? All forbidden, all temptations far too great to resist! I know I should not, but I am continually drawn back to its murky splendor, this immoral morsel! This treat of the mind and mouth! This forbidden thing. I can not.
I shall not.
I will not.
I will be less than human if I do.
I will be the scourge of the household if I give in.
I can not.
I - Oh, what the hell, it could go bad.
11:27pm
A tip of the hat to one J.A.E.
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