It's half past eleven. I am very sleepless. I stir. I get fidgety and get up mumbling. I know it's time. I tip toe through the hallway into this place where I meet up with phantoms that dance to my arrival. On my way, I do not stop to listen to snoring or heavy breathing. A cough here, a cough there. I feel those big black ants following me to get a glimpse of what is going to happen. Are they a tad scared? I am not. The elves make my job easier. The fire burns. I whip up all my emotions into what I call the midnight cheesecake. And I get blessed by the cheesecake gods.
When I find that one moment of bliss, I fall on my knees and my heart melts into my soul.
'Cheesecake, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come. Lead us into temptation, and deliver us from hunger. For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever. Amen.', I pray. You should too.
Follow me on my traverse between heaven and earth.