I don’t eat a lot of sweets. Generally, when I am struck by a craving, I
crave something savory. Potato chips
tend to be my “go to” snack.
Not so last night.
I woke at 3:36 AM with thoughts of Dreyer’s
vanilla bean ice cream dancing through my head. I have had a container of Dreyer’s vanilla
bean ice cream in my freezer for several weeks.
I flopped around in bed and tried to
burrow away from the craving. I repeatedly
punched my pillows. I tried to throwing thoughts
of installing cabin flooring in front of the ice cream.
No giving in, dammit.
I had no intention of crawling out of
bed so I could grab a bowl of ice cream.
My fight against ice cream was
epic. I continued to punch my pillows
and strangle my bedding. Every few
minutes, I flashed my eyes open and checked the digital clock. Somewhere after 4:42, I finally drifted off
to sleep again (with the container of Dreyer’s vanilla bean ice cream chasing
after me).
I woke again at 5:15 this morning and
dragged myself from bed.
Guess what I ate as my coffee maker
gasped and wheezed while brewing my morning coffee.
-- Mitchell
Hegman
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