"If only it were a little longer, this bliss I feel when I'm with you" I cried as I took one bite after another. "You were gone too soon my friend, we could have accomplished so much together, but alas all good things must come to an end. You were like a father to me, I loved you like my son, the bond we share is truly one-of-a kind. But despite how little time we have spent in each other's company, I truly cherished these moments. Your death will not be in vain, I will put the energy you have given me to good use. Farewell, old pal". And with one last bite, he was gone.
It all started at 3:15 AM and I was hungry, like, really hungry; I felt as if I could eat the whole food supply of Africa. But at that time, I decided to endure the hunger, to just go to sleep and ignore the torture. However, there was a voice inside, telling me to eat in order to live to see another day. "God?" I thought to myself. "No you incompetent imbecile, it is I, your alimentary canal, and I need food before I start inducing pregnancy-like pain". Upon hearing the wisdom of organ residing in my mid-section, I stepped forth and began my crusade to hunt for consumables that will hopefully satiate my hunger.
But what could this mystery foodstuff be you ask? I needed something filling, something savoury, and something that does not give me food poisoning before I even get the chance to lay on my bed. At last, I finally decided that I shall construct a sandwich to bring an end to the hunger caused by the stomach organ. And thus, the challenge began. I skillfully nabbed a slice of bread of equal proportion, some slices of cheese from the back of the fridge, some slices of ham which god knows how long has been seeking refuge in the refrigerator and finally, some lettuce. I was a long and daunting task but I had finally achieved perfection, at least to my Neanderthal-like state that I was in. At this point, I was not sure if it was the hunger or the lack of sleep that was getting to me, but the sandwich spoke. "Why has thou given life to thee?" It questioned its masterful creator. "You were given life for one sole purpose, to fulfill the prophecy and bring an end to the wrath of my hunger." I responded, unsure of what to make of the situation. "Ah, understandable, have a great day." it answered and was fully prepared to accept its fate. But just before I contracted the muscles in my jaw to perform the action known as "biting", an unknown force stopped me from doing so. Unfortunately, my fatigue overwhelmed my sense of reasoning, and I suddenly became a therapist, listening to a sandwich that somehow is going through a midlife crisis and confided in me. It was now 3:31 AM, and I had spent a good 6 minutes talking to a sandwich. As a result, I somehow established a brotherhood-like bond with this midnight snack.
Just as I was about to change the subject of the conversation I had with the sandwich, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, as if I had been kicked in the mid-section. "It is time..." my stomach reminded me and I suddenly remembered my task to appease the organ. "Forgive me lord for what I'm about to do", I thought to myself and sank my teeth into my good ol' pal, the sandwich. Salt, it was all I could taste due to the waterworks pouring done my face from my eyes. I could not tell if I was crying because of happiness or guilt; I had achieved my goal but at what cost? I lost a friend for the sake of satisfying my own selfish need.
"All good things must come to an end, both happiness and despair. These moments I spent with you sandwich, these memories, will be cherished for a lifetime, unless I get hit by a bus the next day" After that somewhat filling meal, I went to bed, crying tears of both joy and sadness. I woke up the next day, and my parents took me to a special place. I spent the next 15 years in a mental hospital rehabilitating since that day.
By Joshua, a senior I respect with the utmost respect. Yes.
Publisher, and a loyal junior, Kaiyo
Chapter Cover Art: Kaiyochandesu on instagram
Part two coming soon
