10/1 Freewriting

He always woke up feeling it. The itch that wouldn’t go away. No matter how much he fed it, nothing ever satisfied it.

Everyone has their weakness. This happened to be his.

Sometimes he wanted to fight back. To finally break free of this addiction.

They certainly didnt make it easy on him. Every corner had a supplier. Sometimes two.

He could taste the bittersweet flavor just walking by. Feel it warming his body. Easing the ache.

“Not today” he thought, passing by his usual corner.

His body fought back. “We need it!” it screamed.

“No more…I’ve given too much already.”

Everywhere he looked, someone had it. There was no escaping the temptation.

“These people have no shame. Out in the open like this!” He sped up, hoping to outpace his craving.

His hands started shaking. “Almost there.”

The office would save him. If he could make it.

There! His building is finally in sight.

“I’m free!”

Or so he thought.

But there, in the lobby, he saw it. The little green devil. Waiting.

Instantly he was drawn in. His willpower drained, there was no more fighting it.

“I’ll take a pumpkin spice latte.” He said as he stared dejectedly at the ground.

His body quivers in excitment. “We told you” it seemed to say.

“Oh well, theres always tomorrow” he sighs.