In the Core of a Juicy Apple

It is a peaceful night. It is what I have been yearning for all day. I decided to end it with a nice warm bath. I hopped out of the shower and felt both thirsty and hungry. 'No, Nicole,' I thought, 'do not eat something that you will regret eating. Just have some water and you will feel fine.'

I drank some. I was no longer thirsty, yet still hungry. I walked to the fridge, peered inside, rattled around with a few plates and shut its doors. I then proceeded to walk to the cupboard. Cheese and biscuits did not entice me enough. So I chose an apple.

This certain apple came from a bunch that we have bought from our local grocery store. I have never had apples this tasty in my life. They are large in size, and rich in both flavour and moisture.  The one pictured above is the second one that I have had today. The first one, I cut up prior to eating it, de-coring it, and that is the way that I usually approach the consumption of apples. But tonight, I decided to stray from the usual.

Mid-crunching into this superb apple, just when I trusted consuming the rest of it without looking at it, a strange taste interrupted the delicious sweetness that my tongue had gotten itself accustomed to and acquainted with. A strange, bitter taste that was not pleasing to my tastebuds at all. I looked away from my computer screen, and dared to look down, and to no surprise at all, I saw what I had anticipated. This apple was too good to be true.

The one time today that I do not cut an apple prior to eating it, I bite into the nest of a worm. A little white worm, equally as juicy looking as the apple itself. My teeth, ravenous intruders to its sanctity in a naturally-sweet space, hungry for more of its surroundings. This is probably the sixth time this year that this has happened to me, that instead of de-coring an apple, I bite into it only to find myself intruding on a worm's personal space. Thankfully though, this time I did not take half of the worm with a bite of its home like I did the other six times.

Now, I do not only regret eating at all tonight, but I regret choosing something healthy instead of something destructive. I have learnt, for the seventh time, that in the core of a juicy apple waits a white worm equally as juicy.