I’ve Created a Beautiful Monster
Yesterday I bought some pizza bagels. They infiltrated my mind, body and soul all night long. I tossed and turned, the moonlight cascaded down upon my pained and restless body.
“What do you want from me?” I whispered into the night kitchen. The pizza bagel whispered back, “You know what you need to do.”
Some how I knew what needed to be done before I woke up from a restless slumber. Was this a dream, or a nightmare? I heard the deep ethereal voice again.
“Make me into the ultimate pizza bagel breakfast sandwich”.
Wolves started howling in the distance. Babies cried out for their mothers. He was beautiful, my creation, but can one ever fully control a pizza bagel? I wiped tears from my eyes. I realized that I created a monster. People would love and fear this feast beast, but could they ever fully accept him for what he was? I stared into his circular features.
“I have to eat you” I said, “It’s the only way”.
He nodded, understanding that he was too strong, too mighty of a pull for humanity to take. I dipped him in hot sauce and started to eat. As beautiful as he looked, eating him was electrifying. It was like eating a buttery, cheese-filled angel. Tears streamed down my face.
After finishing, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“Who am I? What have I become?”
The grease on my fingertips and corners of my mouth started sparkling in the morning sun.