You are so tired you cannot lift
yourself up. It is as if your body is being ground to tiny bits like allspice
and pepper corns with a mortar and pestle. The pestle is marble, or maybe it’s
wood. Probably some sort of stone, because it only takes the force of one full fleshy hand to grind you into a fine
brown powder. It doesn’t take long either.
But you smell like spices, good
ones, and you will be added to the rest of the ingredients for cookie dough.
You will blend in nicely with the butter, eggs, brown sugar and vanilla. You
will smell wonderful all rolled out on a smooth wooden counter top and then a
child will take a gingerbread man cookie cutter and cut you into many wonderful
pieces. You will be placed on a cookie sheet and put into a dark oven and bake
at 375 degrees for 12-15 minutes. Then, when completely cool, you will be
decorated with raisins, icing and chocolate chips (for eyes so you can see).
Someone will place you on a tray
decorated with green holly and red poinsettia leaves. It will be lined with
aluminum foil to keep you from sliding off. Someone will bite your head off: followed by an arm and a leg.
They will smile.
You will be delicious and forget all
about how exhausted you are.
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