The Lemon Cookie Incident…

September 15th 2024, Sunday night. The time, 2:42 AM. I wake up in a cold sweat. I feel something, hunger. “cookie…” I mutter to myself. I rise from my bed and put on a pair of slippers. I make my way out of my bedroom and head downstairs to the kitchen. I enter the kitchen and begin my search. A minute passes, no cookies. 2 minutes pass, no cookies. 3 minute, yet still no cookies. The time hits 2:50 AM and there I spot something. Cookies. I open the bag of cookies, not ready for what could happen next. I grab a cookie and bite down. I paused as fear washed over me. “N- no- This can’t be…” I spoke. Lemon cookies. I dropped the cookie in horror, tears filling my luscious brown eyes. I rush to the bathroom in vain and vigorously start rinsing my mouth with water. It’s no use, the deed has already been done. The horrid taste of cleaning chemicals remains in my mouth. I try everything. Nothing. Nothing works. Tears fall down my face as I sink to the floor. I sob violently over my current predicament. 3:00 AM arrives and i slowly get up, trembling with agony. Still sulking in sadness I head back upstairs to my bedroom. After entering my bedroom I hit the bed almost instantly. I then fall asleep, hoping to forget this experience forever.

—Based on a true story