A banana and an apple.
A banana and an apple just sitting there.
Sitting there on the desk, waiting patiently.
Waiting for me to pick them up and take a bite.
Still, sitting there looking at me,
With big, invisible, puppy-dog eyes,
Hypnotised.
Mouth watering, fingers trembling.
I cant wait.
They stare at me.
Boring a hole into my stomach.
A stomach that aches, yearns to be full,
With the fruit that yearns to be eaten.
