Left Twix

‪I’m sitting in a room with a blindfold on.

A woman in a labcoat is standing next to me.

She opens another wrapper and randomly picks the item out.

My muscles convulse.

She takes it out and feeds it to me like a zookeeper feeding a hungry crocodile.

I feel the substance move through the air. It’s molecular structure feels so dense as it dances on my right arm just below the shoulder blade.

It’s coming closer.

I start to salivate microseconds before the delicate sensation of what I have just received harmonizes with my taste buds.

Then, it happens.

A sensation unmatched by any other embraces me.

As I take a bite, I utter two words so shocking the woman in the lab coat would not have believed I had said them if she were not right there to witness the historic event.

“Left Twix.”

My senses still tingle.

The woman in the lab coat gasps in disbelief.

Still trying to grip the reality of the situation, she marks “462 in a row” on her clip board.

This is my euphoria. ‬