The Edible Rapture
What are we, if we are not the sum of our experiences and senses? That's the question that was I read from a textbook when I began to feel a strange sensation on my legs and arms. It felt as if they were asleep and trying to be moved. Then, the next thing I knew, I was looking up at the ceiling. I was sitting on something soft, and I heard lots of thuds around me. It was quiet after that for I don't know how long. I tried to move but it felt like there were two of me. One on top of the other, and neither moving at all. Eventually I heard a voice. It was female. "Holy shit! It's true, people are turning into food," she said shocked. I wasn't sure if I heard her correctly, but I knew I couldn't ask because I didn't have a mouth. She eventually stood over me, and I guess she saw my name on the paper I was working on. "Claire? Is this really you?" She asked. I felt something sinking into my body. "Fuck me, Claire. Do you even know what you are?" She took her phone out to take a photo. She then held it over me: I was two slices of bread. I didn't want to believe it. Is that why I felt her finger sink into me? "Eh, what am I doing? I don't even know if you're still alive. Oh well, this is going on Instagram. Claire, the Wonder Bread." She picked up something from the seat next to me: it was a hamburger bun. "Well, I am hungry and I'm alone in a room full of food. I'm sure you don't mind...Stephen. You smell incredible, so I'm sure you'll taste as good," she said as she bit into him. "I was right, Stephen. You taste like an artisinal bun. I probably should've gotten more ingredients to put in you but oh well. See ya, Wonder Bread." She said as she left with Stephen.
It was what I guess was another few hours until others arrived. People gathering the foods carefully and putting them in containers. "Remember to identify who each food item is. If someone is missing, they've probably been eaten already. The feeling of someone picking me up was so bizarre. I flopped back and forth in between two of their fingers. They must've put me into a sandwich container. I could overhear one woman talking about how half the library was filled with baked goods now. My container was placed on a cart along with other foods. The hallway was barren. Everyone had been told to stay in their dorm rooms, and to not eat their roommate if they became food. I did hear one girl talk about how upset she is that her date was ruined. Her boyfriend had turned into a small round loaf of sourdough. The ride was smooth, and I began to feel a little cozy in my container. I barely noticed being removed from it and put on a rack in the cafeteria.
The next day my roommate, Sarah arrived. She took me back to our dorm. She told me that I was one of many, many food items in the city. Apparently nearly everyone was spontaneously transforming. A local librarian was getting a book, when she became a cupcake. Two campus news anchors became buns. Hamburger and hotdog respectively. It happened live on air. The cameraman joined them as a baguette. "They're calling you guys edibles. Only one person has turned back so far, a stick of celery that was in a veggie classroom. She said being eaten was oddly arousing. She's been waiting until she turns back into celery. Don't worry, I won't eat you. Well...not right now anyway." If I could have responded, I would have. She pressed into me, and I hate to think now of how much I fought the euphoria that brought. "I just cannot believe this is really happening. That you, Claire Brown is human no more, and instead two slices of bread. I think you're whole wheat, if you care to know. My brother, Corey, is something much stranger. He's a complete sandwich. Like bread, lettuce, cheese, and tomato. He's with my mom. She sent me a photo though, and he looks...cute? He's in a little purple sandwich container. I asked my mom if I could eat him, and she said definitely not. I think he'd taste pretty good though. You know that one girl, Janice? The one that called you a whore? Well, she's a stack of pancakes. Maybe I'll try to get her for you when you turn back into a human. Maybe I'll join you."
The thought of that bitch turning into pancakes filled me with even more joy than being poked. The thought of her brother being a complete sandwich was intriguing. Why had I just become bread? Abby was eaten, but wants to go back to being celery? Sarah ran her fingers over my top slice, and I immediately understood Abby's choice. "I called your mom, the dean did too. But she was more happy to hear from me. I sent her a photo of you. I don't think she fully gets what happened. You'll have to call her when you're human. I heard T. Swift is now a bagel. Her tour, needless to say, has been postponed." I giggled.
