One cookie left. Only one sweet， tantalizing， perfect cookie left.

It's the unspoken2 prize that everyone wants and no one will take. It would be so simple for me just to grab it.I mean， it is barely three feet from the plate to my mouth.One tiny movement of my arm and I'll be enjoying the gooey-goodness that only a chocolate-chip cookie can bring? I can see myself throwing all self-control to the wind and gleefully cramming that last precious cookie into my face， my grunts of delight audible through the storm of crumbs flying from my mouth... but I leave the last cookie.