Cookie Monster

the cookie monster gets her strength from the plate by your bed. Sucking down crumbs, growing at every bite, knowing she shouldn't be fed. Christmas eve is her favorite day, when the goods are brought about. After bed time, she downs the whole plate so when Santa comes, they're all out. She hibernates during fruit season, the safest time of the year. She sleeps, transforms, almost becoming normal, then she says “Come here dear.” so I go to my mother's bed side, and she whispers in my ear, “I his some short bread under the counter, be a darling and bring them here.” but this time, I put my foot down. She must fight her addiction fast. She's a sweet, loving mother as of right now, but with a cookie, that won't last.