I do not know who

The truth is, while I was looking for a filing cabinet in a furniture store, I came across a cabinet with drawers the size of index cards: exactly what I was looking for. I opened one to check if it was working well and it turned out there was an apple inside. A bitten apple like Apple’s and Eve’s. I don’t know if Newton tried this. As for the dispute, I seem to remember that it was made of gold, so it wouldn’t be easy to sink your teeth into. What was that apple doing there anyway? Had a client abandoned him? Was it a store clerk’s half-eaten breakfast? Was this a message sent to me by fate?

I bought furniture with fruit in it. When I got home, I took it out of the drawer and looked at it for a while. I felt embarrassed and perhaps a little disgusted while eating it because it had already passed through another mouth. But I thought maybe if I tried, I could reach the power of the American multinational technology company called Apple or the knowledge that the serpent promised Eve. Although she and Adam became aware of their nakedness, perhaps their intellectual inadequacy, after she bit him. The same thing could happen to me. I spent a few days playing around with the idea, watching how the piece dehydrated, shrank, and how the bitten part rusted. I learned about its nutritional properties online and there were plenty of them, but constipation. A person who is figuratively constipated is a rigid person, emotionally withdrawn, not too flexible or too formal, I don’t know, the idea didn’t appeal to me.

Finally, I decided to bite it before it broke down completely, and at first I didn’t feel anything, but as the days pass, the impression continues to grow inside me that I live asleep like Snow White and all my actions are made by them. Actually, it’s a dream, a deep sleep that someone should wake me up by kissing me, but I don’t know who it is.