I turn and grab a single, wrapped piece of gum from the plastic bag on my desk. I love the smell and taste of pink Dubble Bubble gum but it loses its flavor after about thirty seconds. It’s like chewing on cardboard, so I take it out of my mouth and begin to play.
I stretch it and wrap it around my finger. I twist and pull until it’s like an umbilical cord, then I squish it and stretch it out so it’s like a thin fragile membrane. I squish it again and then pull it out long until it breaks.
Yes, I think to myself. I can write about gum. So I roll it into a ball and stick it beside my tea mug, and I type. When I look at the clock I see it’s almost one in the morning, that I’ve been sitting here for three hours and only written four paragraphs.