Sunlight shines through the window.
I’m oblivious to many things but my plate,
and what sits upon it.
Perfectly pulled pork sandwich,
solely for me.

I look down at its perfectly pulled pork.
My mouth salivates,
glancing at the sauce.
Perfectly pulled pork sandwich,
solely for me.

I shove the saucy sandwich in my mouth.
An eruption of flavor covers my tastebuds,
it tastes like a blissful paradise.
Perfectly pulled pork sandwich,
solely for me.

I inhale the sandwich and glance around.
I am alone in this bright room,
like solitary confinement.
Eating a pulled pork sandwich,
solely for me.