In the quiet of 3 AM, a world in slumber lies,
Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, under starry skies.
I find myself in solitude, a whisper in the night,
With hunger's gentle beckoning, I rise to seek my light.
In the dimly lit kitchen, a sandwich calls my name,
Ham and cheese between two slices, a simple midnight claim.
The fridge door opens silently, a soft and gentle hum,
As I assemble flavors, this late-night culinary sum.
The world outside may slumber on, but here, I find my light.
Each chew a quiet reverie, a stolen moment's bliss,
As I savor every morsel, in this world of midnight's kiss.
The world awakens slowly, but I'm in my own domain,
A ham and cheese serenade, a culinary refrain.
In the stillness of the early hours, a simple pleasure's found,
As I devour this sandwich, in silence all around.
So, in the magic of 3 AM, with sandwich in my hand,
I'll cherish this tranquility, this moment's gentle stand.
For in the heart of the darkness, a simple joy takes flight,
Eating a ham and cheese sandwich, in the hush of the midnight.
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The bread, a canvas waiting, toasted to perfection,
A canvas for the masterpiece, a late-night confection.
The ham, a savory embrace, its aroma fills the air,
While cheese, a creamy blanket, adds comfort to the affair.
As I layer on the ingredients, my senses come alive,
In the stillness of the early morn, a moment to survive.
The mustard's tangy zest, a hint of mayonnaise's grace,
A symphony of flavors dance, in this sacred, secret place.
I take a bite, and time suspends, in this 3 AM delight,