I was addicted. No, not to a person, or thing. It was food, or you could call it so. It's something you eat.
I couldn't help it. I loved the stuff. It was addicting. The coolness running into my system. I could feel it all.
It wasn't a problem, or at least I didn't think so. I couldn't live without my addiction, I needed it. I would go to Safeway even if I were in the middle of the USA. However much money it cost.
Mom didn't have an objection. She'd buy it for me when I was young. It was strange. Wouldn't parents be against this sort of thing?
And my friends liked it too. They'd eat all sorts, but none of them were addicted like I was.
Strangely, I'd eat it with only a spoon. In small spoonfuls. Every few minutes I would go back downstairs, reach for another helping, and consume it in one or two gulps.
No one was against me. Except my health teacher.
"It's not good for you. Besides, it's wasting your money." Besides that, nobody was really very concerned. Twinleaf is a safe place. It doesn't matter if you go hyper-crazy here.
The texture was dreamy…smooth, and creamy, not like any other I've tasted before. Then again, maybe it was just a different brand. It came in huge packs—I don't think I've ever seen so much before, all at once.
And, it combined two things at once. I was, as well, going through a lime obsession.
My addiction was Lime Sorbet.
