Not Quite Here, Not Quite in Paris Either

I’m flying out, friends, soon. My mind is already traveling while my body dutifully reports for my shift at work. My mind’s teeth are slowly biting into the most intensely chocolate frosting of all the frostings found on top of chocolate éclairs in Paris, while my tongue feels the pliant flesh of the puff pastry and the creamy filling seeping out slowly into my mouth. That first bite. I’ve already left the country for that first bite.