“Did you remember the candles?” I piped on the icing roses and added “Happy Birthday” with a fancy flourish.
Holding up a small box, he shook out four pink polka-dot tapers. “Of course, here ya go. You’ve really outdone yourself this year.”
“Turn out the lights so we can see the flames better.”
I picked up the three-layer cake and walked into a darkened room of pre-schoolers loudly singing about smelly monkeys.
I woke suddenly from my wistful dream, the overhead lamp casting weak shadows. The only sound was the receding echo of the guard’s heavy boots.