My Moment of Serenity

It is Tuesday at 7 p.m. I am hiding out in my bedroom, sitting on the floor—its funny I used to panic about having furniture and now that I have it I prefer the floor. The fan is blowing on my face, and next to me is reminiscence of my moment of serenity—a Coca-Cola and an empty wrapper that once held vanilla cookies with chocolate cream filling.

I used to never drink sodas. The only time you saw me with a Coke for that matter was if it was accompanied by Captain, Jack, or Malibu. I used to not even care if my drinks were cold or warm. I actually didn’t really like super cold drinks. Now I think I very well may turn into my college roommate who would pile her glass full of ice—maybe in another life she lived in Africa. I have constant cravings for cold drinks and drink more sodas than ever before and now I know how Fanta stays in business.

I never had a sweet tooth. I was always more a bread and potato chips kind of snacker. Everything here is like a carbohydrate, and salt and piment are the soul ingredients for flavor along with Maggi cubes, which are like bouyon cubes you use in soup. Last week though, at 10 p.m. one night, I sat on the floor licking the wrapper of a giant hershey’s bar. The bar had melted in transit, so I cut a small hole and sucked the chocolate out like it was one of those yogurt on the go things you can buy in the States. I had planned on saving the chocolate to make cookies, but couldn’t control myself.

So here I am six months into service and my moment of serenity is a soda and a small package of heavenly sweetness. I can not discern where these “Cream 4 Fun” cookies are manufactured. The box has English on it, but the cookies are labeled biscuits, which is the French word for cookie. Then the name of the company is Dukes, which sounds like some company in the Deep South, but the Web site name has India in it. I’d say these cookies are just as confused about things as I am.

And why am I hiding while I do this? Well because the cookies were expensive—by expensive I mean they are the equivalent of a dollar—and last time I bought them I didn’t get many because I shared them all. As for the Coke, normally when I buy a cold drink I get something for my Maman, but I wanted to sit and indulge myself. The fan, well that was just added for effect.