Midnight Haute
It is past midnight and raining heavily outside. Not sure if it is the sound of the pouring water drops on the concrete or the cold winds from the half-open window, but he is up from his sleep. He keeps trying to resume his sleep by shutting the eyes tight but no, it ain’t happening. He frantically shifts his position left and right but then realizes he is fighting a lost war. And then his mind starts to play games, thinking of first-world problems, and then out of nowhere the thought of her comes to him…the only one who can satisfy his lust at this ungodly hour.
He slowly makes his way out of bed, making each step slow and silent trying to cheat the cool breeze outside. Barefoot and shivering, with his throat drying up every second he approaches her. His nervous fingers make their way into the tiny slit on her sides and with a slight amount of pressure, he pulls them towards him. Immediately her cold breath of air sends shock waves to his chest and he sighs hard. His hungry eyes scan her inside from top to bottom looking for a way to quench what appears to be an insatiable hunger. He sees her melons in the top rack but he is too weak for them and settles down for the apples on her bottom instead. He grabs them with his strong hands and takes a big bite out of them. Fruity juices start to ooze out and spread across his lips and chin. One bite and another stronger one, he makes short work of the little fruit before settling down in a chair.
A minute or two later he gets up on his feet and walks away to get back to bed. Before leaving the room, he takes one gentle look back at her and thanks her one more time for satisfying him. You can almost hear his tummy say out loud, “Thank you Fridge”.