It was a cool summers night. The sound of the cicadas echoed in the vast and empty space outside my window. I lay within my dimly lit room, counting the stars through the glass as the seconds dance by. I hazily blink, falling deeper into an effortless trance. As the void engulfs me my stomach rumbles, startling me to my senses. I've got a craving. A yearning for something I can't quite identify. An invisible hankering for a satisfaction that seems so far beyond my understanding, yet at the tip of my tongue. I ponder as to what could adhere to such an appetite. I explore the deepest crevices of my mind, searching for what I desire. I stumble upon an epiphany. My craving sits at the front of my mind, as my conscious blurs reality. Beans. I crave beans. I jolt to my feet. "Where are the beans" I wonder. I begin to tiptoe throughout my house, inching ever so closely towards the pantry with each step. The thought of a singular bean tickling my senses gives me an intense sense of pure euphoria. I persevere through the extensive trek towards my reward. Upon reaching the pantry, the hairs on my arms begin to rise. I can feel the presence of the beans just beyond the tall wooden door. They reach out to me, speaking ever so softly in their mystical dialect. As a turn the doorknob, I feel a shiver crawl up my spine. A godly entity awaits, for I shall feast on the essence of heaven. The silver can catches my eye. It beams in all its dazzling glory. I hastily advance towards my final destination, each step with more and more intensity until the gorgeous can lays before me. I reach towards the magnificent container, and ever so carefully, graze my fingers along its cool top. I feel its ridges as my eagerness amplifies. In an instant, my inner beast is released. I violently grip around the can, testing the strength of its cylindrical biology. Its thin aluminum body is no match for my rage driven grasp, as the can explodes within the palm of my hand, I feel the beans seep through the caverns of its containment. The feeling of such a delicate substance flooding along the surface of my hand is enough to arouse me to an extent beyond what I thought to be possible. I vigorously shovel the beans down my esophagus, as I groan with the amplitude of a thousand men, for I am unstoppable. As the beans funnel through my body I absorb their power. My toes dig into the floor as the ground crumbles below me. I begin my descent down the endless chasm of the planet I once knew. I no longer hear the cicadas from the outside world. I feel my being collapse into a black hole, as the final bean slips down my throat.
