Chewing Gum

It was on my dresser when I awoke. I just opened my eyes and there it was, a perfect cube wrapped in wax paper. I reached for it, took it into my hand and unwrapped it.

It was the color of a deep red, soft to the touch and smelling of factory-fresh tropical punch. I could feel the flash flood in my mouth and I knew that I had to have it.

I popped the thing into my mouth and allowed to rest briefly on my tongue before I began gnashing it with my teeth. My mouth exploded with a mixture of fruit punch and spit, my mouth became a punch bowl of goodness.

It made me happy.

I stood up with an overwhelming joy as I continued to devour the chewy cube of sweetness; each time I bit down another surge of fruit punch flooded my mouth; as though I was killing something that bled deliciously. I felt a bit savage for it, but it is necessary to sometimes give into ones primal urges.

I began walking, fruit punch orgasms bursting in my mouth. When I reached the doorway I stopped. I must have looked quite heroic in that moment. It was perhaps the most exhilarating sensation of my life. I felt triumphant.

I chewed happily as I walked until, with an experimental flip of my tongue I managed to launch the little wax goodness into the back of my throat. It became stuck back there, wedged in my throat and blocking air flow. My hands shot up quick to grip futilely at my neck. I was choking.

Was I even walking anymore? I couldn’t tell. I guess I was too focused on rejecting this chewy assassin too much to notice if I was still on my feet and moving. I must have been just stumbling blindly. I remember tears distorting my vision and I remember panicking a little.

At one point my foot seemed to have missed the ground and I found myself falling. I banged myself up good as I bounced and bumped and rolled down the long wooden staircase. Somewhere during the ride I blacked out.

The world went black. There was no pain.

A little while later I began to see light and my eyes fluttered open. I tried to focus on a crack in the ceiling, but it kept sliding away from me.

How long was I out?

The pain started to come back and my stomach got sick; the liquid vision getting to be too much for me to stand. I began gagging.

My feet rested on the stairs, twisted at awkward angles. Everything hurt. Nothing was at all pleasant about my predicament.

Well, almost nothing. I felt something cold and oddly shaped between my gum and cheek. It was the most brilliant sensation, but whatever it was tasted like the most exquisite fruit punch I had ever tasted. Most of my body wouldn’t move for me, but my jaw was working just fine.

My teeth pressed down on it and fruity goodness spewed forth. I continued to chew on this glorious work of yummy wonder while staring at the ceiling waiting for someone to come home and find me.

My saliva gushed with fruit sensation and I reveled in what happiness I could find. I figured I would only have to wait a few hours or so, and I could get through it so long as I had this tasty treat with me for the duration. Somehow, as I chomped on that chewy goodness, I still felt triumphant.

Fate and gravity had other plans for me. It fell into the back of my throat again. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore.

The world went black and there was no pain.