I can feel it in me. It’s time. That primal need in me stirs, roars up slowly, letting me know that I am ready, that I am hungry, that I am wanting. I try to stifle the feeling, the rumble within, in vain. Nothing can stop it now. Nothing can stop me now. The feeling consumes me, from my toes all the way up to my mouth until I swallow it whole. I can no longer sit still, so I rise. I rise to go fulfill my desire.
The surface where it will happen is clean and cold. In a few moments, it will be warmed by heat, by powerful force. But for a few moments, I have to wait. I have to be still. I have to prepare. Everything I need is at my hands, I am ready.
It is time to lay it down. As I do, I can feel the heat coil up over the sides. It is practically sizzling. I slide something between. It bubbles up, it bubbles over, it is dripping over the edge in a matter of seconds. I am content here.
But only for a moment. The contentedness ebbs, I need to move. I know soon I will have to move. To have it the same all over, I must make a move. To flip over. So, I do.
The same is repeated on this side. I need it to be the same. To my satisfaction, just as the other. I know better than to rush things, I know. I must be patient, to let it sit for a few moments, before it can be finished. I want it to be finished, I crave it to the point of tasting it. Tasting its pleasure. But I am patient. I know better than to rush a good thing before it is better.
Any second now, I know the end is coming. It is melting, dripping faster than before now. It is all over the surface. I cannot wait anymore, I cannot. It has to happen now. Oh, God, yes! It is happening now. It has happened and it is bliss. I take some, and put it in my mouth. I taste it.
Then I place it down on a plate, my hot, melty, delicious homemade grilled cheese, and walk back into the living room to turn on another episode of One Tree Hill.
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