Hunger

An aching in the legs. A pain that needs to be stretched. You can't remain at your desk, you must move. The searing, jabbing pain is unbearable. Fire courses through your veins. Only by rising, rising and moving, working out the muscles do you have any hope. You begin to swoon from the intensity. You stumble and almost fall. Hope. There in the distance is the cure. Just a few more cubicles and you're there. So many options, but how best to get it to the source of the pain? You can't smear it on, you can't inhale it, it must go into the blood. Sugar, carbs, fat and grease. This is the only cure. You are propelled, you are commanded by the pain... Ease me, soothe me, sate me! You must, you cannot deny the pain.

Hunger.