As the fresh, out of the oven cookie slipped away from its brethren it was brought to the edge of a glass cup. Being filled with excitement, Cookie was drawn to the milk filled glass. Slowly, Cookie was dipped through Milk’s serene surface. It caused Milk to ripple with joy. The two felt so connected, though piping hot and ice cold. Colliding with such ease; as a knife slicing through butter. 

As Cookie had been slipped out of Milk, bits of Cookie had crumbled off, staying within Milk. But Cookie had kept remains of Milk as well, seeping droplets of the creamy white liquid from its rounded edges. 

In the blink of an eye, Cookie had a third of itself bitten away, the round corner of Milk gone. In terror Cookie splashed back into Milk, soaking up Milk’s care and comfort for as long as Cookie could before they had to be separated once again. Having so much less now, Cookie felt like crumbling entirely. 

Upon the next visit to Milk, Cookie decided to drift apart within the comfort of Milk’s creamy sweetness. Milk felt shocked, saddened by the loss of Cookie. 

Before Milk knew it, Cookie was back! Whole again. How strange this all was, Cookie looked different yet the same. Milk happily took Cookie back, Cookie’s jagged round edges cutting through Milk’s surface.

Milk couldn’t place what felt so different between them. Everything was the same, was it not? Cookie left and came back, dipping into Milk with less care each time. With every dunk, Cookie crumbled and became less whole whilst Milk became more chunky and less full in the glass. 

Again, Cookie was gone and back. Milk was beginning to question Cookie. How was all of this happening? And in such a short amount of time? 

Cookie dunked back into Milk, this time taking some of the crumbles back out with it. With remnants of liquid dripping back down into the cup, Milk was beginning to feel used. A mere prop for Cookie’s excitement. 

Maybe this was a test for how long Milk could last emotionally. After a few dunks, drips, and crumbles, Milk felt worn and less of itself.

Having a new color and texture, Cookie was no longer visiting. The plate, once filled by Cookie’s brethren, was gone, empty, deserted. Milk felt lonely and was becoming ever more upset over the time it spent through endless attempts to satisfy Cookie.