Comfort Food Draft

Comfort Food By Foxxxy

(generic breathing exercises

Alone you sit in the distance your mind seeming ot wander

breathing in and out, counting down
Slowly, Now, Those wandering aimless thoughts begin to sharpen and have direction, a goal, with each passing breath


they were focused intently on what you were doing, relaxing, what a bothersome feeling, and you were doing so well, too.
getting broke out of a trance sure pisses you off, you grumble to yourself, where you were gaming out, playing some intense of TF2 or watching the latest summer blockbuster.
getting snaped out of the book or you were reading or having your web browsing or game interrupted, this is a similar feeling as I'm sure you would agree.
You hear a cricket chirp in the distance. each of it's chirps ringing out, louder and louder as you begin to stir from your comfy chair,
anyways, it's time to go to the kitchen as I'm sure you're aware.
A hunger attack wont fix itself.
I bet your thoughts are gravitating lower and lower to your stomach.
"What time is it, midnight ?" you probably idly thought to yourself, moving to toward the kitchen your soft hoofsteps making noise on the wooden laminate floors, they feel cool against the floor. looking around lazily, taking everything in but not paying attention to your surrounding the only thing you truly can care about and focus on is your snack fix.
What are you going to eat ?
Cookies and milk sound good, some nice, good old oatmeal and chocolate chip always goes good with milk. like a little filly I bet you like to dunk them in your milk until they get all nice and tasty and then pop them in mouth and begin to chew, closing your eyes in pleasure as feel the delicious tastes and textures flow over your sensitive tongue. getting lost in it, relaxing as the sensation takes you over,
You look in the pantry and your heart falls, the cookie jar is empty. but you are even more aware of your hunger now
Now What am I going to do ?
your mouth probabaly feels dry and pasty so you turn around and step towards the fridge counting the steps, breathing in and out, as this wonderful imagery flows through your head.
like milk into the glass you took out of the cupboard. leaving it sit on the table
waiting until you have your extravagant feast prepared