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Tucks you in
Smooches your forehead
Scares away your sleep paralysis demon
Reads you a bedtime story
Performs aromatherapy
Summons another demon
Sings you a lullaby
Turns on the white noise machine
Turns on the brown noise machine
Turns on the pink noise machine
“You appreciate it, look at it, want it, know it’s gonna be good. You know what’s gonna happen way before it ever does.”
I slowly roll the Oreo in my hands, placing it on a pedestal for all to see.
“You run your fingers over the surface, enjoying its feel, touching it, learning its perfections, you lean into it, rubbing your lips over it, savoring it, inhaling its fragrance.”
I bring the cookie to my nose smelling its sweetness.
“You gently run your hands and tongue over it, looking for entry.”
I traced my tongue over the edge of the cookie’s crevice, stopping when it dipped in slightly at the smallest imperfection, I smiled.
“When you get it ready, you ease it open, slowly, wanting to keep it intact.”
Slowly I twisted the cookie, feeling it give under my touch.