The last cookie.

The only cookie that matters.

The only cookie that's important.

My stomach growls.

I'm ready to eat.

I've been waiting for this moment since last Tuesday.

It's been eating away at me.

Now is my chance.

I am not throwing away my shot.

I pick up the cookie.

I bring it closer to my mouth.

My hand twitches.

The cookie falls.

Everything seems to slow down.

I try catching it.

I fail.

All I can do now is watch in horror as my cookie falls.

Down

Down

Down.

The cookie smashes to the floor.

I'm about to pick it up when I hear footsteps.

Not just any footsteps.

My dog's footsteps.

He comes bounding in.

He must've been waiting, too.

I shout 'No', but it's too late.

He already ate the cookie.

He sashays out of the room pleased with himself.

I fall to my knees.

I start sobbing.

I scream "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

My mom walks in on me holding remaining cookie crumbs to my heart.

"It's that time of month, isn't it?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"Yes, but this is something more." I tell her.

She tilts her head.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

I shakily stand up.

I start laughing.

I turn my head.

"Ruffles took the last cookie. The last cookie."

I continue laughing.

"Life is so short. So full of disappointments. I just wanted a cookie. WAS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK!?" I shout.

I look down at my feet.

"My life is filled with sorrow. Whenever I find something that might make my day better, it's taken away from me."

I look back up at my mother.

She looks confused.

"How about I just make another batch of cookies?" She asks.

I shake my head.

"No... because that cookie, the specific cookie I was after, will never be created again. No two cookies are alike." I tell her.

"Dear, how about you go lay on the couch? I'll bring you some tea and try to help you calm down." My mom says.

My stomach cramps.

I hold my stomach.

"I. WANT. MY. COOKIE!!! I AM IN PAIN!!! THAT COOKIE WOULD'VE BEEN THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME GOING!!!" I yell.

My mom walks over to me.

"You're going to sit on the couch." She tells me.

"WOMEN! MY UTERUS IS KILLING ITSELF GIVE ME A BREAK I JUST WANTED A FREAKING COOKIE!!" I shout.