Cookie by Anna Kitts

 I have been wanting a cookie ever since I saw one in a window on James’ tour of Dublin. Today, I got one. Outside of EPIC, I waltzed into bake shop wanting to buy a latte. She caught my eye. The golden crust shimmered in the glass case. I knew she would be mine. I ordered a latte and a chocolate chip cookie, but the waitress was about to give me the double chocolate chip. Oh no! I stopped her. I protected my taste buds from an overload of chocolate power. The waitress placed the horrendous double chocolate back in the case and lifted my cookie from her thrown. She placed her in a glorious brown bag, folded her up, and granted me with her warm touch. The Beatles began to play. A sign! It was destiny! The latte came. I ran to my seat. I planted the cookie in my mouth and sipped my latte. Oh joy, what a wonderful match it is!!