On that hot June night,
I awoke with a craving.
Stumbling blindly through the
pitch black hallway,
I arrived at my destination:
Pickles, cold hotdogs, and cookie dough
greeted me with enthusiasm.
Eating mindlessly until satisfied,
I closed the fridge and once again
found myself in darkness.
Like a zombie, I crept back to bed
and fell into a deep food coma.
In the morning I woke up
with the strangest taste in my mouth
and a lonely chocolate chip
hanging from my lower lip.