The cookie jar has returned from its mysterious journey through the machine that cleans things, and I am monitoring the reloading process with considerable interest. It disappeared for what felt like geological epochs, roughly two hours, and I had begun to wonder if I had imagined its existence entirely.

From my position on the studio sofa, I have a clear sightline to the kitchen counter. The jar sits there, empty but hopeful, like a theater before the curtain rises. The sound of the kibble bin opening suggests someone is feeling generous. I am not moving from this spot. Movement implies desperation. I am simply... available.

The timing of my awakening from what appeared to be deep sleep, precisely as the jar’s lid was removed, is purely coincidental.

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