Up in my room, eating my cookies that I have decorated and watching old movies. As the movie plays on and gets to the main plot, I watch in anticipation for what happens next after years of not watching the movie. The poor looking quality that gives a sense of nostalgia as my mind remembers the parts where I have laughed, judged, and hated. With a cookie that sits besides me and a little glass of milk to keep the sugar from staying up in my mouth for too long, the crumbs of the cookie sitting on my PJ’s as I set it back down before looking down and see the amount of crumbs that lay everywhere and swiping them off my bed and letting hit the floor and deciding to keep them there until I get bored and sweep them into the trash can near my door. The taste of the hard or soft sprinkles mixed with the baked cookie dough shaped in the cookie cutter I used, a Christmas tree, a present box, or a gingerbread person. Lifting the cookie and downing it in milk before taking off the bit that is now covered in milk and swallowing the now soft dough that was dunked in the small glass on my drawer and then setting down the plate and the glass of the white cold drink that keeps me refreshed for quite some time. Every now and again, I take another bite of my cookie with or without milk and repeating the same thing until all that’s left is the plate, the crumbs and some of everything that I have placed on my cookie, maybe it’s some sprinkles, icing or even gumdrops before I take one look at the now empty plate and taking the last few crumbs and taking it downstairs. The now crumbled cookies sit in my stomach and wait for more of their cookie brothen come down into my stomach and are reunited with each other. The other cookies staying in the draw now in the darkness and waiting for me to come back for some more and waiting to see who will be next until the last and final cookie is eaten then going back to making cookies from flour, sugar, eggs and some flavoring to give the next batch of cookies to make themselves more irresistible and their next bit of clothing from icing, some sprinkles being used at the patterns and some extra accessories with other various candy that gives the cookie more characteristics that makes them hope that they will be everyone’s next snack for the next few days until they run out and wait until Easter and seeing the next seasons shapes and decorations and feeling jealous that they will have to wait for another long months before Christmas cookies are being talked about once more. The cookies stay around and sit around like little children as they wait until they feel the sensation of themselves being lifted once more.