I Picked Strawberries

Have you ever chosen to eat a strawberry at 2:29 am? Making a choice alone on the hard wood floor. Guiding fingers to pluck a fleshy juice filled victim. How do you decide your flavorful moment to strike? Do you take a moment to notice the darkness of your bite. Each bite savored as the stray unbl<x>inking refrigerated lighthouse stands guard. Will you shred through several plump berries only releasing the stems. Or will you allow your tongue to interrupt and allow a more measured approach. Taste gorging beyond midnight alone.