I wake up
in the morning
the day ahead
seems bright.

The chocolate scent
of cookies
wafts into my room.

I see them
golden
waiting.

One bite
a temptation
I can’t resist.

That’s odd
there’s a tingly sensation
something crunchy.

Oh god
who made these?

I clutch my throat
reaching
for the phone.

It’s too late.

At least I had a cookie.