I am forced into stillness, unable to act as I watch the unbridled show of greed displayed so evidently on my friend’s face. The world thunders and growls in protest, my resolve weakening as I encounter the earth-shattering blindness that must consume her.
Repeated images flicker in my mind’s eye, increasing in colour and severity until I can longer see anything but the object of my desire. The inner blade of accusation will no longer settle the disturbed calm nor soothe the parched tongue. I am slipping, at my wits end, deep cracks and rivets forming on the surface of my deceptively feeble mask.
What should I do?
A thousand synapses collide in a myriad of conflicting desires and choices, competing with one another in an unconscious symphony, culminating in a kaleidoscope of firing neurons that allows for the disintegration of my carefully constructed armour, an intangible shield that I had previously been unaware.
There is only one choice.
My friend hands me a row of chocolate squares and I take them gratefully, an action to be analysed and demonised for many thought-seconds later.
For the love of chocolate!
Imagine moisturising creams shaped as chocolate soufflés… 🙂