Hello all! I read a reasonably funny tweet this week which inspired this little story. I forget who it was, but thanks, anon!
The impossibly-beautiful maid slid the plate before him. The giant marshmallow – crispy-warm on the outside, fluffy-soft in the middle – seduced all of his senses.
Ben gorged himself, losing all track of time and place.
Finished, he slumped back and tried to breathe. “My my, Mr Ben, quite the appetite you have.” The saucy maid winked.
He smiled. “I left room for-”
The words pierced his befuddled mind.
“Ben! Wake up!”
He squinted as morning sun invaded his reality. A feather-filled cough induced an ungodly pain in his stomach.
His mother’s voice was stern. “Where the hell are your pillows?!”