I try not to be a glutton, but I can't help it. A wise man once said, "All things in moderation." People have believed that for thousands of years. I believe, however, that there once existed some wise Czech that said, "Moderation is for pussies."
When I know cinnamon rolls await me in the morning, I wake up earlier than I need to. It's sad when pre-heating an oven is a high point of my day. As they cook, the smell of cinnamon calls out to me like a harbinger of the delicious taste to come. Frosting them produces anxiety, because I want to eat them as soon as possible, but know I need to frost them first.
As soon as I take a bite of one, the world stops turning. It's as if I'm the only person existing in that moment, just a lone person eating the most delicious thing ever created.
Happiness is not a warm blanket, but a warm cinnamon roll.
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