Have you ever craved something so much that it becomes all you think about? Well just today I was craving some warm, moist, delicate chocolate chip cookies. I pictured the melted, dark, gooey, chocolate spreading apart as I split the delicate cookie into two. This combined with a cold glass of milk so white it looks pure.

I headed to the nearest super market and went on a search for all the ingredients. Hearing the holiday music made me even more excited, in fact at one point I was skipping and grinning from ear to ear until I realized one of the employees giving me strange look.

I grabbed the flour with one hand and the chocolate chips with the other when suddenly I froze as I light bulb, as bright yellow as a Sunny D orange juice lit up. Why spend money on buying each ingredient and delay myself from having my craving satisfied by making them from scratch, when I can just buy them premade I thought?

I dropped the flour and chocolate chips looking like a hypnotized child, and headed to the cold food section. I didn’t even bother looking at the employee yelling at me to see the mess I had made, but I couldn’t really ignore the spit on my determined face. I saw that there were premade cookies already precut and thought this couldn’t be any easier. It’s as if my eyes spotted them like a hawk, and my eyes zoomed in to see the count.

Is it weird that I am pretty sure the packets of cookies were yelling at me,

“Pick me, pick me!”

I gave them a sad look as I gave them a hug telling them I didn’t have money to buy them all. Unfortunately/ fortunately someone interrupted me by asking me if I could scoot over so they could reach for the butter. I gave the old lady a dirty look since I was having a moment with the cookies, but I guess she saved me from further embarrassing myself. Her snow white hair reminded me of the milk so pure that it almost felt wrong wanting to drink it since I knew I was full of sin. Well I quickly ignored those thoughts as I realized how dramatic I was being. I ran, yes ran to the cashier and paid for my piece of heaven with quarters. Yes, that’s how broke I am.

I put the premade cookies in the oven and sat right in front of it with the light in the oven on to not miss a single second of them being made. As I sat crisscrossed with both elbows on my thighs and wresting my face on my hands my phone rang in the living room. It was my cousin Suze from Florida giving me a surprise of her coming to visit in the summer. I sat on my sofa as my legs hung from the back rest of the sofa, and my head dangled almost touching the floor. Then the most tragic thing happened, the smoke detector started going off. I opened the kitchen door and there was smoke everywhere.

I opened the oven only to be attacked with more smoke. After the smoke finally went away I was greeted with sadness and disappointed as black circles laid on my cookie sheet. I looked at my broken hopes for at least five minutes. I no longer cared that my favorite cousin was coming from Florida, I didn’t even bother calling her back after I hung up. There was only one thing to do, go back to the store and restore my hopes and dreams… of eating chocolate chip cookies.