Literature
Stole
Late one evening, after everyone was asleep, I rolled out of bed. I toddled down the long blue hallway, took a right into the short green hallway, I tip-toed through the arched doorway, and into the yellow kitchen. Everything was dark and quiet, not in an eerie way, but it all felt very soft and peaceful. My eyes slowly adjusted and I watched the rough shapes form around me. Bit by bit, I took in the room, letting my eyes take in every piece of furniture, until I found the large, round jar on the other side of the room. Shuffling across the small space, I thought of how good they would taste, and how rare a moment this was. Parents shunned su