"The Sandwich"

Do you ever find yourself feeling distracted? Do you ever find yourself so focused on one thing so intensely that anything outside of that one thing, you pay no mind to? It's an unhealthy thing that the human mind has built into it. Sometimes it can be helpful in completing tasks, while other times it will only end in disaster.

I finished typing my last few words on my newest novel. It had been my project for the last few months. I saved the story and sat back in my desk chair, satisfied with my work finally done. I breathed a sigh of relief. I stood from my chair and stretched my back, sore from being hunched over a keyboard for the last few hours. I felt my stomach rumble as it growled at me. I figured I might as well grab some food while I'm up.
I stepped over several boxes and plastic wrappers as I stumbled my way into the kitchen. I looked around for my bread. Where had I put it last? I asked myself looking through the empty chip bags and old news papers. I knew my place was in shambles. If a neat freak like my sister came in, she'd accuse me of being a hoarder. I knew I shouldn't have let this place go. I'll clean it up tomorrow, since it'll be my first free day in months.
Finally, I found my bread. I was disappointed to find there weren't many slices left. Maybe five. I grabbed two and threw them in the toaster. As they were in, I grabbed a jar of crunchy peanut butter from the cabnet above my head. I dipped my finger in it as I waited and felt my taste buds explode with joy. Feeling the crunch of the peanuts between my teeth was one of my favorite feelings.
The toaster went of, making me jump. Why did they make toasters in a way to give people heart attacks? I grabbed a plate and dropped the burning pieces of toast on them. I grabbed a knife and spread the peanut butter on each slice. I licked the knife, once again filling me with satisfaction before throwing it into the sink. It landed on a bowl that lay on top of a tall stack of dishes that hadn't been touched since I don't even remember how long. Add that to the list of things to do tomorrow.
I made my way back to my office, careful not to drop my sandwich as I staggered around all the trash on the floor. I sat back at my desk and kicked my shoes of. I wouldn't dare walk through my house barefoot.
I picked up my sandwich and took a bite, feeling the satisfying crunch between my teeth once again. As I went to swallow it, it was having trouble going down. I knew I shouldn't have put so much on my sandwich. I grabbed the cup of cold water, now room temperature, and chugged it down to free the peanut butter globs from the prison of my throat. I felt it glide down smoothly.
I was about to take another bite when I felt a sharp pain somewhere around my stomach area. I felt my blood run cold. After my years of eating peanut butter sandwiches, I can tell you this was completely out of the ordinary. I stood from my desk and began to cough. Whatever was causing this, I needed it out.
As I coughed, I felt the pain make its way up my throat. The pain grew higher and higher. As the sharp pain made its way up, I felt an object crawling. Had I swallowed a bug?
I began to gag as I felt it right on the back of my throat. I tried so hard not to swallow, for if I had, the bug would have trouble making its way up my tongue, and where it was right now, it was hard to breathe.
I leaned my head forward and spit it out. I saw a large cockroach crawling around in my spit, as well as a few pieces of peanuts from the sandwich.
I tossed the sandwich in the trash and ran to throw up.