I walked to the kitchen trying to decide whether to have an apple or a banana. Beside the bananas, apples and other fruits on the table were three lovely and sugary cookies on a plate. I was not drunk, I don’t drink, maybe I was high, whatever it was, I swore I heard one of the cookies said to me, “eat me”, so I did. It was delicious. So I picked up the other two cookies and started eating as I walked back to the living room to sit in the couch and watch television.
The fruits could wait. They will still be there Tomorrow.
Do you have a weakness for sweetness?