Aimee, Alexis and I wrote a sensory experience.

I bite into the soft bread, feel the sting of onion, hear the crunch of lettuce, taste the tang of mustard, and watch as the whole thing slides out the other end into my lap in a big, sloppy, juicy pile.  Dang it!  I knew I should have listened to my mother when she said to put a napkin in my lap.