There it is. Right there. Can you see it? No, of course you can't. I've hidden it away from prying eyes. Up there. On the top shelf. Behind the baking supplies. And the onion chopper. And the bamboo steamers. In a paper bag. A plain one, not the sort to attract any attention. Move along now, nothing happening here. No reason to linger. That's right, move along now.
But I know it's there. Waiting. Calling to me. A siren song for my ears alone. I have to be strong. To keep the secret. To be caught would mean the end of my dreams. My heart's desire taken from me. Scattered among the masses. Unappreciated. Wasted.
It was hand-carried across the ocean. Meant to be shared, but no. I know that it's true destiny lies with me, with me alone. It is much too precious to waste on those who cannot see its beauty. Feel its magic. Once there were many, but they were squandered by unrestrained lust. This is the only one. The last of its kind. It calls to me from the darkness.
Soon it will be night. Everyone will be asleep. Then I will creep stealthily into the kitchen and climb up on the stepladder. There will be no witnesses as I finally succumb to my heart's desire. I have to have it. To possess it. To devour it. To make it one with my whole being.
The very last peppermint patty.
Oh god it was good.
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