So Close...


Everynight. I dream about the foods I loved as a child. I know they exist on the other side of the glass. Yet I can only yearn for the tastes of the foods which bring me comfort from happier and more secure times long ago. And every morning. I wake up hungry. But I don't complain. I wait patiently for a better life. And I don't bother my fellow man. I wait quietly. Unnoticed. On my best behavior. In the eyes of God. So I make it to Heaven. For surely. There must be food in Heaven...

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