When my mother returned, she found me standing there, shaking, my face red and hands clenched until they nearly bled. Oh, how I'd wanted to just grab and take and stuff my pockets until they overflowed and then fill myself up, stuffing the sweets inside me until I couldn't fit anymore. Only then would I stop.
But I was afraid. Frightened of being discovered, terrified of never being allowed into the sweet shop agian, of not being able to stuff enough inside me to be happy forever. I was afraid.
I'm not afraid anymore.