Lunch Time

My stomach growls in hunger and anticipation, wishing and wanting to be feed. Waiting for a moment of weakness to come and lure me into temptation. Hoping to catch me off guard so the whinging of my stomach will stop. As it tells me what a bad mistake it was to not eat breakfast this morning. I fight back not letting it boss me around. Saying how much of an annoyance it was to me. It laughs at my weakness, knowing that I will have to endure the hunger through noon. I think, But noon is such a long time away. Giving into that temptation, it screams in happiness. Laughing knowing that it will win every time.