Midnight Feast

In the dark depths of last night on my way back to bed from the bathroom I took a detour to the kitchen. There sat on the stove top a peach crumble -  pristine , stil slightly warm, golden and untouched by human spoons. It must have been calling to me as I slumbered and so I took a spoon and had two or three divine, stolen mouthfuls on my way back to bed.