Eating yogurt in the car.

The spoon lowers to drown to it's death, and scoop up a glob of the cold, creamy yogurt, then it rises to my impatient mouth, and slips through my awaiting lips, which then my gums clamp down, and my tongue devours the blueberry taste. The spoon then slips out silently, through the smiling lips. When the sugary taste has traveled to the esophagus, the process repeats, and the glob slowly disappears.