The sounds around me faded away as I flew into a veritable gale of sensation. Chocolate, and chocolate. I was in chocolate heaven. Above me floated a rich, bown, chocolate cloud, and the ground was covered in a carpet of chocolate flowers, interspersed with small chocolate trees. In the distance, a dark chocolate mountain dusted in white chocolate sprinkles obscured a small portion of the light brown sky. A small drop of liquid splashed onto my upper lip, and, suprised, I sampled it with my tongue. My tastebuds were instantly overwhelmed by the most perfect chocolate milk I had ever tasted. Another drop hit my left arm, and I looked around for the source of them. Then I realized, the cloud was raining chocolate milk. Chocolate milk. FROM A CLOUD! I danced, overcome with bliss, and fell into the chocolate flowers. I sampled everything, from the dirt to the chocolate trees. All of them were unique, each wonderfully chocolately. It truly was a chocolate feast. In the distance, I heard a chocolate voice calling. Wait a minute...how can a voice be chocolate? My dream shattered. The cookies were gone, eaten, demolished, destroyed, devoured, vaporised, digested...I looked around. I was back at the bowling alley. I noticed several people looking at me funny. I smiled and licked the few crumbs off of my lips.

Brittni made those cookies. They were...well...heavenly :).

Brittni, I now pronounce you Cookie Queen. Go forth and make me more cookies.

Goodnight.