More harrowing words have never haunted me so much as the ones I just unwillingly retained

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“I saw what you did last night. And i’ve told everyone.”

If only I’d been able to resist my urges last night. This never would have happened. What have I done…

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It was the middle of the night. My eyes creeped open to reveal a totally abysmal darkness. Blacker than the coldness of the moon. My stomach quaked with an unquenchable need for nourishment. I couldn’t stop thinking about my dads melt-in-the-middle chocolate pudding - the very one he’d bought 2 days ago waiting for the “right time” to get on it. Right now nothing felt more right to me.

My toes drifted along the carpet like an elephant elegantly gliding over a thin vail of ice. My sluggish hands creepily slipped down on the doors handle, revealing the dim-lit staircase to which I needed to conquer.

I stepped down with a distinct ‘creek.’

“Why does this only creek when I wanna sneak around?”

Evidently I should’ve said that inside my head. Not out loud. Luckily I remained un-noticed as my perilous journey continued. Step-by-step.

As I reached the end of the staircase I carefully lead myself towards the kitchen where my reward awaited. I un-clenched the fridge door where I was bestowed with a paradisal light, glowing onto my slathering lips. The desert looked more scrumptious than I previously imagined.

A spoon was coincidentally placed on the table-side just adjacent to the fridge - as if it was part of the universes cosmic plan for me. I delved straight into the desert before unnerved thoughts could convince me otherwise. The taste was immaculate. My tastebuds were dancing in excitement and relief to the extravagant delight of the forbidden melt-in-the-middle chocolate pudding. The only sounds to be heard were the ticking of the living rooms clock & my ginger cats irritating licking in the brief moments that he stopped watching me as I devoured the entire dish. There was no time for a moments pause. Perhaps the cat was waiting for his turn on the dish? God, I’m tired.

Once I finished up my midnight snack I slyly disposed of the leftover packaging by forcing it to the bottom of the bin below the other pieces of rubbish filling it. My hands began to reek foul stenches of rotten eggs and vinegar. I didn’t care. Dads desert was worth it. On that disenchanting note I made my way back up the stairs and into bed to enjoy a fulfilling rest.

As morning came I opened my eyes with a complementary smile and rewarded stretch. I felt optimistic over my victorious midnight snack.

My dad shouted in the distance.

“That was my melt-in-the-middle chocolate pudding! I was saving it for this morning she had no need to eat it!”

My body slouched and I became unnerved. How did someone see me? Perhaps this wasn’t involving my antics and somebody else was to blame…maybe I’m still okay.

Gentle footsteps neared my still slightly ajar bedroom door. Nervously I watched in anticipation for the forthcoming tribulations awaiting me.

Revealingly it was only the cat. His adorable presence relaxed me for a moment. That was until his stare intensified to an intimidating approach. We stared for an uncomfortable amount of time. His mouth opened for a gently “meow” however something else uttered from his innocent mouth:

“I saw what you did last night. And I’ve told everyone.”

I knew I should’ve offered to share with him.

The End.