TWO STEPS FORWARD, ONE BACK
Pass the kitchen. Don’t stop.
No surfing the fridge contents.
Chocolate lingers in the air.…
Sharp inhale, shiver, but move on.
Continue down the hall to the bedroom.
“Would you like some cake?”
“No thanks mom. You know I can’t!”
Safe in room. Close the door.
Sneak into kitchen that night.
Grab a plate and slice of cake.
Quick, no one to see.