strawberry doughnut

Kick starting my bike that holiday morning, I hit the road towards the pool twenty minutes ride from my house.

I did not eat anything yet so I stopped by the petrol station nearby to get a piece of doughnut filled with strawberry jam.

As I munch and nibble through it, suddenly the gooey red jam inside started to reveal itself, in between the dough.

I slightly press the doughnut with my fingers.

The jam started to move, a few millimeters, inside and out the part where I chewed.

I pressed it again and again, and suddenly my wild imagination made me think that this doughnut is alive, and the middle part where the heart is, still pumping its blood of red, gooey juice.

Suddenly I got grossed out, thinking that I am eating a doughnut, alive.