it was late at night and you were craving cookies. you snuck out of bed and put on a pink sweatpants and a sweater.

you tip toe to the door and carefully walked downstairs and to the kitchen.

you smirk when you see the cabinet where the cookies are kept.

you tried to reach for the cookies but you couldn't. why am i so damn short.

you climb onto the counter and open the cabinet and take out the jar of cookies. you open it and take one, chocolate chip!

right before you could take a bite, a voice speaks far behind you.

"what are you doing, sweetheart?" a deep voice asked, who is leaning on the wall.