Dark hues cover the walls and I step on the first stair. Creak. She lifts her foot and misses the second step. She nearly tripped over the stuffed toy on the third. It was difficult to take back the swear word at the tip of her tongue.
This was the worst idea in a myriad of worst ideas.
She still kept moving, like a stealthy ninja, all dressed in black. Nobody was moving. Jess meow nearly made her fall down the stairs, and the only sound was her heart beating so damned fast her legs nearly collapsed.
One step, two steps, three steps and she was in.
Just a few more minutes and she grabbed hold of the door and she was swathed in light. A large slice of delicious, beautiful, creamy, cheesecake had her name written within its sugary greatness.
Diet, that could start . . . it was now tomorrow. Sometimes there was something more than being thin. It was her only way to cope with the times when you felt out of control.
It could be gone in minutes, but at least she would be able to sleep.
Writer Ravenclaw 