Entry for March 31, 2007

I have eaten too many chocolate biscuits today. I have a weakness for chocolate biscuits. I cannot sleep if they are in the house. I lie awake, wide-eyed and staring at the ceiling. I imagine that I can hear them calling to me in soft, velvety voices, faintly muffled by air tight tupperware:
" We are here. In the kitchen. We are pristine, and we are longing to slip our wrappers off. Have your way with us - it is what we are made for. We are servants devised only for your pleasure. Don't sleep just yet. We want you. Creep downstairs and feast upon us."
That is what the biscuits say to me.