Nom nom nom!

I feel the soft, doughy flesh rushing down my body, warming me up, cheering me up, embracing me as I embrace it. It brings me joy like nothing else I know. One bite, two bite, three bite, four! I eat it all and now I want more. More is what I want. More is what I will receive. This is a phenomenon, Whoever thought that a mixture of fatty oil and dough could be so captivating?

Now I sit here with my fingers pounding on the desk, thinking of the one thing that I believe to be the best. It provides a moment of escape, a moment of embrace, a moment that is worth the risk I will take.

I am skinny, I’m not fat but if I eat too much then what will come of that. The moment feels so great but if it is too prolonged, will bulging flubber be my fate? I need to stop, this can’t go on. Just one more, oh, please, go on! I know that I must stop, but just one more, shall I hop to the shop?

In moderation, these things can be annoyed, but if I go too far, my body will be annoyed.

Doughnuts, a peculiar thing! So much confusion about one small, sweet-tasting sugary ring.