When he was younger, Joshua would smell the freshly cooked cookies baking in the kitchen. The stench would crawl through the cracks of the oven and nudge into his nostrils, taking shelter in the warm holes. He screamed for a slice of the satisfying sweetness. While the timer roared through the room, the mother lion was hunched over in the nearby bathroom.
"Mommy! Mommy!"

The child cried, running towards the door.

"Mommy will be right with you."

She muttered, with her head over the sunken sink that stood tall next to the stacked storage.

Mommy was busy, riding the rocking roller coaster towards sin. Her nose sucking up the little specks of white snow that coated her skin in chils. The specks spewed over her insides, intercepting the highs of the hanging happiness. Mommy was almost to wonderland. The layers of love brought the blood which erupted in her eyes, her pupils rolling back in satisfaction. Mommy burnt the big, brown cookies that carried the one douse of the child's happiness. Mommy crushed his dreams, but made hers fly with the devil. The devil was no destroyer to her, oh no, he was the devouring destiny that dove into her dangling nose, driving down her veins, crawling through the cracks in her wrinkly skin. Like a vent, it circulated in the crevices across her curves. Cocaine shot up her nostrils like the stench of freshly cooked cookies in the morning.

Mommy, with sunken eyes like the sink in the nearby bathroom, rolled on the red lipstick, rushed the rest of the roll into the bag, and twirled, catching her child watching her.

Mommy baked burnt cookies for Joshua everyday