...thoughts....thoughts....thoughts

You know everything about the doublemint. How it tastes and squishes under your teeth. How a bear would certainly not take one and how you would certainly not offer it to a bear. How you could chew it for hours like a drug until it tastes nothing but stale and your own saliva. It was both the mint and the heaven - all flattened out into a single strip of gum.

You know everything about it but ironically it's all you could think about. There is nothing to do here. Just you and an endless space of darkness. You thought there would be fire and all that screaming and crackling flames were what would make this place exciting. Not the most livable place and certainly not the safest, but you expected to find something here, its own sort of beauty perhaps.

But all you want to do now is chew some doublemint like you did when the boring teacher would walk in. All you could think about now is how you want to float away from here and bump into a planet or rock. Or just anything.

This empty darkness has its own sort of beauty, but you never thought it could make you so afraid, so terrified because you could do nothing at all. Everything is forbidden here, except thinking. And thinking is hell on its own depressive way.

And damn, you know all about this already.