Cecilia Wang

I’m sitting in front of my fridge munching on chocolate — the fridge door ajar, the box of chocolates nestling on the hardwood floor, a glass of lemonade sitting idly by my side.

I’m sitting in front of my fridge munching chocolate. I didn’t bother to let my truffles rise to room temperature; instead I traded the burst of warm chocolate upon a first bite for a strange gooey blend of mid-solid, mid-liquid. Another sip of lemonade. Another bite of truffle.

Someone is sitting in front of a fridge munching chocolate; she is smiling wryly, looking like she’s on the verge of something (could be tears, could be anger, could be fatigue, but one can’t tell for sure).

Why do I feel so pathetic sitting in front of my fridge eating chocolate alone on a Friday night?

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Cecilia Wang

Cecilia Wang

I’m experimenting & bumping through life, and hopefully writing gives me clarity.