A big cupcake with white frosting regally awaits the birthday girl. A tall pink candle squishes into the frosting. Mommy lights the candle, asks her baby to blow it out and makes a wish. The girl does not know how to make a wish. Daddy explains, a wish is something you really want to happen today. Okay daddy, she contemplates, I wish to swim in sprinkles.
She dreams, jumps into a cup of fresh water. Water tastes like wax. Must be residue of the Dixie Cup. Then she jumps into a bucket of sprinkles. The colorful balls stick to her skin. She carefully moves to avoid losing the sprinkles. Stick to me, she whispers. Some sprinkles let go. Flick off into the breeze. She steps gingerly. The first footprint has the most sprinkles. The second fewer. Sprinkles remain along the rim of her foot.
Sprinkles line the rims of her lips, eyes, and nostrils. She smiles, rubs her nose against her left elbow. A smudge of skin reveals itself against the sprinkles. She licks her elbow. Tastes like salty sprinkles.
She dreams, jumps into a cup of fresh water. Water tastes like wax. Must be residue of the Dixie Cup. Then she jumps into a bucket of sprinkles. The colorful balls stick to her skin. She carefully moves to avoid losing the sprinkles. Stick to me, she whispers. Some sprinkles let go. Flick off into the breeze. She steps gingerly. The first footprint has the most sprinkles. The second fewer. Sprinkles remain along the rim of her foot.
Sprinkles line the rims of her lips, eyes, and nostrils. She smiles, rubs her nose against her left elbow. A smudge of skin reveals itself against the sprinkles. She licks her elbow. Tastes like salty sprinkles.