The Time I Stole Cookies from the Break Room

I've been feeling pretty guilty lately about something that happened at work last month. You know how there's a big jar of cookies in the break room, and everyone knows they're fair game? Well, one day when I was feeling really stressed out from a project deadline looming over me, I just couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking twice, I slipped three chocolate chip cookies into my bag as I walked past on my way to my desk. Now every time someone mentions the cookie jar or comes in with fresh baked ones, I cringe and hope nobody notices that there are fewer than before. It's been almost a month since then, but I still can't shake this feeling of being caught, even if I'm not. Maybe someday I'll muster up the courage to replace them or confess to someone who knows me well enough to just laugh it off, but for now, I'm stuck in this loop of silent guilt and wondering what would happen if people found out.