Apple

Feeling my hunger swell in my gut, I turned to the refrigerator for something to fill the empty spot.
And there it was, glimmering in the dull flickering light in the some what artic atmosphere of the ice box.

With pallid hands, I drew it from its resting place keenly. I admired the contrast of the ruby, glimmering covering to the fair, flawed color of my skin. Amazing...

Sinking my teeth into the thick, succulent richness of the fruit, I became overwhelmed by the awakening of my taste buds, holding onto the lingering flavor that had my stomach pleading for more.

With another brittle bite, I dive into the golden interior, springing to life more of its sap and sugary texture. Yet more...was what my stomach cried out for...and so, more I took...

Surfacing from the anxiety of hunger, I looked to what was left of it. Still protruding from the crown of its center, was the thin, russet stalk. Peeking through that center were tiny kernels, echoing the facad of the heavenly orbs that lit the cobalt sky.

The hunger was sufficed, and the quenchable fruit had filled the void. I wonder what I'll have for dinner...hmm...