It isn't much, but she felt corny--when did she NOT?--and affectionate today. So here in her hands she held custom made cupcake from her favorite bakery nearest to her place, toned with golden frosting and vanilla swirl cakery. In her other hand, some fresh hot delicious coffee. āDon't say I don't ever do anything for you. Thought you could use the pick me up.āĀ Ā /Ā @amarvel.
SHARONāS LOST TRACK OF JUST HOW LONG SHEāS BEEN AWAKE SOMEWHERE AFTER HOUR FORTY - EIGHT OR SO ---------------- thatās usually the time either they all begin to BLEND TOGETHER or slow to a crawl. It must have been the former in this case, because here she is; sitting cross - legged on the floor with the WALL behind her back the only thing keeping her semi - upright.Ā
Sleep is suddenly FORGOTTEN the second the baked good and coffee are presented to her, eyes WIDE for what seems like the first time in the last hour or so. ( If an expression can full - on say THANK YOU, Sharonās says that and MORE. )
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āIām beginning to think you can READ MINDS on top of everything else.ā She doesnāt know what to go for first; the cake or the coffee. Both have their merits, but that FROSTING is calling to her in a way she canāt possibly ignore.Ā āAnd I am COMPLETELY fine with that.ā Especially now.Ā āYouāre a lifesaver, you know that?ā
Sharon immediately slides a large dollop of frosting off the top with her finger, popping it in her mouth before she dives in for a second SWIPE.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCome sit. Split it with me. You canāt say no to a little sugar, right?ā
