Hunger

The beast lays silent, at least at first. But then, as the day grows longer, and the hours stretch on, it begins to stir. You notice the first signs in the early afternoon, a distant rumbling. Concentration begins to falter, and you find yourself giving into daydreams. A cheeseburger, an apple, a 5 oz. filet, cooked medium rare with a side of garlic mashed potatoes. You shake your head to get back on track, struggling to remember the turkey and cheddar on sourdough you had only two hours earlier. But, the beast’s grip is too tight to be shaken off. It advances even further. Cheese fries, a chocolate chip cookie, yeast rolls dripping with butter. Anything, anything to halt the beast, but it won’t let you leave. You’re held captive.