My Fantasy with CRUNCHY

I imagined the cool taste of the fresh milk in my fridge as I stroll towards its direction,

My lips involuntarily licking each other even before its introduction.

My eyes still on the milk, caring less if it’s skimmed or full,

Then with the corner of my hand, I reach for the baddest of them all,

My one and only honey bunches of oats 'crunchy' cereal.

Words cannot explain the leap in my belly,

It was a leap of eyes have not seen, belly has not imagined, what my mouth shall do to this food before me.

And just like our daily prayer of divine positioning, there was the massive bowl!

I made a mental note to redefine its purpose, for it shall retire a fulfilled container.

They often say, live each day like it’s your last.

And I did just that.

For I chewed like the man looking for the meat in the fish head pepper soup!

My teeth started finding the treasure inside each crunchy oat,

Going on a journey of tough to yummy,

The milk living up to its name,

Milking me off every common sense,  I close my eyes and eat away.

I open my eyes and smile back at the bowl, because I could swear I saw it wink at me!

And then my belly woke up from its daydream as it screamed to crunchy and milk ‘WELCOME HOME’.

My eyes enlightened as I swallow and my lips whisper soothingly 'crunchy'.

My husband walks in as I rinse the last drop of milk with my spoon from his bowl,

and I say, welcome home Crunchy,

He smiles and asks, 'is that my new pet name?',

and I reply 'Only if you knew crunchy! Noone can take your place crunchy!'

He smiles and says I love you.

I smile and add to our shopping list, five more cartoons of honey bunches of oats 'crunchy' cereal.