May 28, 2008
By Colton Smith, Malaga, WA

Grabbing the popcorn out of the cupboard,
Slicing the plastic open around it,
Unfolding it slowly not to rip the bag,
Opening the microwave as saliva rumbles in my mouth,
With my sweaty hands I click the popcorn button,
Waiting anxiously to eat the buttery goodness,
The timer rings and I open the microwave as the scent of popcorn rushes to my nose,
I open the bag and warm air pierces my face,
The smell of butter overwhelming,
I stick my hand in the bag as my mood becomes of joy,
Seeing the steam rise out of the bag as one by one disappears,
Until none remain left,
I settle back into my day feeling better than before,

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