Last Cookie

My friend posts a note everyday with something new that he wrote. He has invited me to do the same. I hope you like this one-it was the January prompt for my writer's group.

The Last Cookie in The Yellow Room

I am standing at the counter

in the yellow room 

that is mykitchen.

I am eating the very last cookie 

in the last box of the

Peanut Butter 

Girl Scout Cookies that come

but once a year.

I was not thinking of getting any

though this is the season for such,

when I happened upon 

the colorful boxes

and the cheerful girls 

in their beanies,

outside of the store.

I bought the cookies home 

And placed them

in a cupboard with out saying so.

Curious as to how long 

it would take 

for them to be found.

I came the very next day, 

today,

to find the boxes 

opened, ransacked.

One lonely cookie was left

uneaten, last in line

nestled safely 

in its plastic tray.

I bit into the cookie

savoring 

the salty sweet taste 

of peanut butter and chocolate.

It tasted sweeter 

because it was the last cookie,

in the last box, 

for the year.

It tasted even sweeter to me

because, 

although for everyone else,

it was the last cookie,

I knew of another box.

Tucked away

 unopened.

Where is it?

I’ll never tell.

(Obviously I can't show this to my family until I have gone through that last box of cookies.)