OK, I admit that I just posted this up for a bit of a gratuitous thrill.
To me this picture of what I guess is a cake stall generates feelings of pure, joyous glee. Allright, a bit of food lust too.
I wouldn’t mind dreaming of this image except I know I’d wake up craving cupcakes, and that wouldn’t be good.
I’d dream of swimming between these luscious little cakes, rising up like little bobbing icebergs in a sea, and reaching up and taking a bite out of them all as I swim past, one after another.A single bite out of each until I’d tasted them all.
Of course in the dream all would be bliss without consequences.
I wouldn’t get twitchy after consuming too much sugar. I wouldn’t feel sick and guilty after stuffing myself in this wickedly gluttonous feeding frenzy. My bottom wouldn’t expand to epic proportions as a result. Spots would not appear anywhere due to the surfeit of butter icing and sprinkles.
A girl can only dream….