Sometimes I think about how amazing it would be to taste chocolate every time I inhaled. Every other breath would be delicious and refreshing and my mouth would always be watering and waiting for a chocolate treat. Then I would slowly start to go mad, because I could never quench my irresistible chocolate urge. Days would melt into each other as every chocolate inhale became the nail in my coffin. Night-sweats would turn into day-sweats, which would turn into week sweats; soon I’d host month-long-sweat-fests. Every moment would be agony and the only logical solution would be total annihilation. All because I decided it would be a good idea to breath in chocolate.