As i swam through the brownish kernels, heat started to blast through what seemed to be the later of bag around popcorn. Something popped above me, then to my right, then left, then tiny explosions were everywhere. The smell of salted and buttery popcorn made me almost choke as it overwhelmed my sense.

I hopped from kernel to kernel, trying to find out what was happening as I traversed the wild, exploding, kernels.

Then every thing stopped, and a steam like air floated with delicious scents through and out of the bag.

A loud tear sounded and light flooded the bag. I had to cover my eyes because of the shine off the still glistening butter.

Then, piece by piece, someone ate all the popcorn, including me…