I dreamt of eating marshmallows last night. Stealing them, in fact, from a blunk bin of some sort of marshmallow-based trail mix in a darkened grocery store. Every time I did, a Snickers bar from the bin next to it would fall to the floor making an uncandybar-like racket. When I finally feared getting caught, I started stealing them from Tim Jenning’s home.
So right now, a Peep in my coffee is very tempting.