I love pokebowls...

I love pokebowls. 

When I wake up in the morning, i think about pokebowls. I think about flavorful cubes of raw tuna and salmon, cucumber kimchi, tomato, green onion, crab salad all snuggled together on a soft bed of moist, white rice. Drizzled with sesame or spicy mayo. I love the aroma of pokebowls. I love the scent of sea mixed with raw fish and fresh veggies, because it makes my mouth water. I love the beauty of pokebowls. I love the vibrant, dark coral color of tuna, and the way the green cucumber looks beside it. But even more than the way it looks, I love the way it tastes. I love the savory explosion of flavor from each bite. I love the texture of crunchy, fresh vegetables with the soft, juicy fish inside my mouth. Pokebowls are my pride and joy. Pokebowls are the reason I wake up. Pokebowls are the reason I dream at night. Pokebowls are my goals and aspirations. When I die, I want to become a pokebowl. I want to be as loved as much as I love pokebowls. Pokebowls are the reason my heart beats. When i get older, I want to have children with pokebowls. i would name one pokebowl after my favorite pokebowl order, and the other after my second favorite pokebowl order. And then, when i get pokebowl married, I want to live in a pokebowl house made of pokebowls, and we would eat pokebowls everyday for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I would look in the mirror and see myself surrounded by beautiful cube-cut fish and yummy cucumber kimchi. And when I would look into my wedding photo, i would reminisce on the day I got pokebowl married, and admire my pokebowl wedding gown. One day, I would look around and realize that my entire family looks delicious. My mouth would start to water every time i picked up my pokebowl kids from school and kissed my pokebowl husband on the cheek when he got back from  his pokebowl shift. And i would hold it in for months and months, suppressing the urge to eat them and destroy the life I built. But one day, I become ravenous. I sneak into my pokebowl kids's bedroom first. I read them a story about pokebowls and they fall asleep, thinking they're safe. But before they know it, I've eaten them whole. There's still a large pit in my stomach. Clearly, not enough for someone who loves pokebowls as much as i do. I climb into bed with my pokebowl husband. He asks me how my day was. I say it was good. I'm too hungry to listen to anything he's saying. He finally rolls over and goes to sleep. I start eating. He wakes up and starts screaming but I can't stop devouring him. Fresh cube-cut tuna and cucumber kimchi washes over my tongue but does little to satisfy me. I look at my pokebowl house and lick my lips. I want to devour it all. In the blink of an eye, my stomach feels full and everything i've built crushed to dust between my teeth. i love pokebowls. Pokebowls are my life. Hi my name is kiana and i love pokebowls.