first bite.

As I scrape the warm, freshly-baked cookie off of the hot, silvery cookie sheet with a cool, silvery spatula, I can hardly contain my anticipation. The very sight of that peanut butter cookie sends a direct shot through my cornea straight to my saliva glands, telling them: "Get ready for the good stuff!" My hands seems to ignore the temperature of the cookie as I lift it slowly toward my mouth. My teeth open gradually, allowing just enough space for the cooking to fit. My tongue rises to greet it, eagerly awaiting the taste and dually controlling the amount to enter. As I relax my arm, the cookie bends, and my lips tighten to bear the load. My teeth reunite as they pierce the dough and peanuts, creating a rush of flavor as they go. I close my eyes to take in the goodness. Suddenly, my whole life seems at ease. Nothing exists but that cookie and me. As I grind the cookie into digestible bits, my mind is exploding with enjoyment. Taking a careful gulp, the cookie is beyond my taste, and I can hardly wait for the next bite.