TruslowG1213

I have never seen the outside of this jar, I have lived inside this cruel teddy bear shaped joke of a cell since my baking. I know my fate, and I know my shelf time is short. I want to live. I want to love. I dream of melted Chocolate Chips, and I swoon for Thin Mints…but I’m just a Sugar Cookie in a sea of the rest. I am plain, I am the last choice. Who wants a Sugar Cookie? I have accepted this. But, I am going to escape. I’m going to see the other side. I will //live//, slowly becoming stale. Not constantly fearing the hand. Everyday the hand comes down. All cookies have heard stories of the monster that is connected to that hand. It is universal knowledge: humans are the most devastating creature of them all. Families bond over oreos and nothing is like the smell of a melted cookie to a hungry human, they are beasts. Cookie Monsters. Everyday the hand comes down, as a gift for itself, and it takes a cookie to the other side. This… this that I have dreaded, will be my escape. I will offer myself to the hand. I will see the other side. The hand is the only way out, but the most dangerous. It is my only option, I must leave. I can only hope for what waits on the other side.

The hand chose me today. It was the scariest, closest to death experience of my life. It slowly came down upon us, and opened its fingers. The hand rummaged around my companions, I screamed out. I made the hand pick me. Suicide. I saw the outside. As I emerged light hit my eyes, I could see this beautiful world, a world that I had only been able to dream of. The color of fruits and flowers burst in front of me. The smell of open air freed me. An entire world of possibilities existed. My mind was opened, and an appreciation for life was new, a life that I had been so close to giving up. The hand put me down, went to get milk. I rolled, I rolled for my life! Rolled onto the ground and hoped to the powers above that this human believed in germs, and that the five-second rule would work in my favor. The hand picked me up, and as I was saying goodbye, it rested me onto the counter. And that is where I have stayed, until the night. Until now.

The wilderness must be explored, that is a fact, so I set out. I roll around, trying to get used the amount of mobility I have. I think about the other cookies, still in the jar. They probably don’t even know that I’m gone, but I miss them. I miss the comfort of them around me. I wish I could tell them about this world, would they even be able to imagine it? It would be my Allegory of the Cookie Jar, the others would say I was crazy. As the night gets later, noises come from the other parts of the kitchen. This is a new experience I tell myself, try and make friends. Live. “Hello!” I yell. Warm greetings are extended from around the room, they ask me questions. They tell me they saw my escape, they envied my bravery. Most voices are spread around the room, but there are two very close to me. I roll to them. The voices are coming from the inside of a Tupperware container, I see that it is a Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich. PB&Js are famous for their compatability. I envy them. How can two things, so different, come together to make something so delicious? They seem so happy, that is what I want. I want my Jelly, I want my match. Against my fear, I went and talked to them. I asked them how they worked. I told them my story, why I had escaped, and what I wanted. They told me I would find it. They told me to live and appreciate myself for who I am, simple… but also elegant. They told me a sugar cookie can bring happiness to others, and take a little of the complexity out of life. There is a lot of beauty to a sugar cookie, things other people appreciated I hadn’t noticed. Peanut Butter and Jelly told me, even they had to make it work. Bread holds them together, and keeps them tight. But without bread, they would be nothing. They told me just to live, and appreciate this world. I would find my Jelly, my match, and we would make it work. I would be happy. I realized that life did not have to be bad, and I knew what I needed to do. I returned to the cookie jar… with a little bit of help from the other foods. I am confident now that I can appreciate life, appreciate myself, and others will appreciate me. I don’t have to worry about love, it will fall into place. I can live in the jar, I will show my love for my family of cookies. And when my time comes, and that hand comes down, I will have //lived//. Lived out these days as the best damn sugar cookie around.