*Kronii walks into her kitchen*
*It's been a long day. She's tired. And hungry*
*She reaches into her cupboard and pulls out a full-length Subway sandwich, still in the wrapper*
*She takes her time. Slowly, carefully, she peals back the green-patterned wrapping*
*She savors the soft crackling sound, and the crinkly feel of the thin paper in between her deft fingers*
*Like a Christmas present long hoped for, the paper opens, revealing the bountiful feast within. The vibrant, complementary colors of sliced cheese, crisp lettuce, and succulent meat on an invitingly thick bun like a bouquet of flowers before her*
*She closes her eyes*
*Slowly, deeply, she inhales, relishing the rich aroma as it stimulates her olfactory senses*
*Smiling in anticipation for the sumptuous repast to come, she sits back*
*And smiles*
*And speaks*
"98. That was a good year."