Unexpected Friday Night Feast

Sometimes, I find myself dreaming of crisp, golden fried chicken sinking into a paper bag after a long day.
It’s funny how such simple cravings can feel like tiny escapes from the mundane grind of job hunting.
No matter how tough the days get, imagining that crunchy bite makes me smile just a little brighter.
Maybe someday, I’ll treat myself not just in dreams but for real.
For now, that savory fantasy keeps me going through endless resumes and awkward interviews.