Secret

My deepest, darkest secret is probably that I am an intense lover of milk. Really, I savor all dairy products, but milk in particular I do not simply want but rather ache for. I can’t fully explicate the effect it has on my gustatory cortex + nervous system. When I pour out a glass of 3% and let it breathe for a moment, I reel in anticipation. After no more than a minute of waiting, my self-control disintegrates and a violent force overtakes me. Desire takes the reigns of my fate and commands my right hand to reach for the oh-so-perfect glass (with urgency), to bring the glass to the very edge of my lips (with urgency), for my gullet to open, and for my gullet to accept the milk into my body (with urgency). Within a moment, the glass hath been emptied, the white nectar consumed, and my soul restored. My eyes flicker as I regain consciousness and piece together what has unfolded. My lips crack open; I go “ahh” (a sigh-like sound indicating relief from thirst). Perfect, like always. Plz tell me ur deepest darkest secret now…