Between Pages and Sheets

You know how you go about your day minding your own business and all of a sudden you find yourself regretting something that seemed like a good idea at the time? And by suddenly, I mean a split-second decision and not when life throws you a curveball. I'm talking about when you throw yourself a curveball as you jump over a hurdle that's on fire. With the kind of heat that comes from a six-foot-tall Greek god that has a jawline that could cut you. With eyes so blue that you wouldn't mind getting lost in that sea.

Now I'm rambling and I blame my discombobulated brain for this. As I was saying, you know that strong craving you get when your monthly visitor is around? Not that "oh that looks good" kind of craving. I'm talking about the "itch you can't scratch, need it NOW or I'll starve" kind of craving. But you don't eat it because it's two am and where are you going to find a bakery open that late anyway? So then you put off getting it until you feel like you want to claw someone's eyes out. That's the curveball I threw at myself with the Greek god I mentioned, so protect your eyes.

Also, please. Send help.