What if I woke up as the last biscuit in a packet?.

I woke up today as the last biscuit in a packet, and immediately understood that my life was coming to an end. I could hear someone shaking the packet, searching desperately for me. I his behind a broken biscuit like it was a military operation.

Eventually, the packet opened, and a hand reached inside . I thought this was it

Then they hesitated.

Apparently, they were "saving the last one for later".

Hours passed , I remained untouched, feeling strangely important.

At night, they finally returned, opened. the packet, and ate me with tea.

Honestly, I couldn't have asked for a better ending.