It had been exactly seven days, four hours, sixteen minutes, and one billion nanoseconds since she had started her diet. Penny Davis had been counting since she took up the cause that was “supposedly” supposed to give her a slimmer waist. She was fighting against all her natural instincts to make sure that she didn’t re-enter the dark side. Except, heck, at the effort she was putting in, she fully understood why Dark Vader had embraced his calling. It was useless. That’s because Penny Davis was an addict, and her addiction was, yes it’s horrible, donuts.
“Penny. Penny Davis,” an eerie voice came to her.
“W-what?” Penny Davis stuttered in panic, letting her ten hotdog sized fingers flambé themselves around in terror while clamping her eyes shut like richly cooked oysters.
“Oh, Penny! Don’t be afraid. It’s just me.”
Penny shuttered, her whole pleasantly plump and vertically challenged body wriggling like the jello she had so strived to avoid. She let one brown sugary eye look around. It glittered with sprinkles of confusion and wonder. Finally, too curious for her own good, she opened both eyes and let them grow as big as cupcakes.
“A-are you god?” she asked, her voice sputtering like chocolate refusing to come out of its Hershey’s bottle.
“No silly!” the voice chided her.
A glowing light came from Penny’s kitchen and her two steak-sized feet plopped hesitantly towards it. Her footprints trailed in her wake, leaving sticky, sweaty marks on the floor in deep blotches that resembled caramel.
“What are you?” she finally managed to say. She pawed nervously at her fluffy marshmallow-colored nightgown as she waited for an answer.
“I’m in here…” the voice trailed from Penny’s refrigerator. “I’m the donut you forgot to throw away when you started your diet. I’m lonely Penny, come eat me.”
“No, you lie!” Penny gasped out. Her mouth was salivating like strawberry jelly slopping out of its can and onto bread.
“Maybe,” the voice mused, “maybe not. Come and check.”
“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to check.” Penny’s chubby chin swayed back and forth like jerky being dangled in front of a dog as she nodded in agreement. She opened the frig and was blinded by a hallelujah sight. There sat an untouched sugar glazed donut, just like the voice had said. Penny hands started shaking like popcorn in a microwave. She was having withdrawals.
“Must…have…donut…” Her words were slow but searing like bacon cooking on a frying pan.
“That’s right Penny. Give in, I’m good for you,” the voice cooed.
Penny Davis snapped back into reality like red licorice being pulled by a child’s teeth. “I AM ON A VEGGIE ONLY DIET!!!” Penny screamed at the donut and determinedly slammed the refrigerator’s door tightly shut.
