There are mornings when you don’t want to wake up. When the dream is so perfect it grabs hold of you and you never want to let it go. Long after you’re awake, the memory of it returns to light your face with a quiet smile. You feel again the sensations, the emotions that haunted your sleeping hours. Such mornings cannot begin with the intrusive cry of an alarm clock. They have to begin slowly, as your conscious mind rises from its nightly hibernation to greet another day. You lie quietly in bed for a moment, just smiling, remembering where you have been all night. But when you have a short story to finish and twenty-four cupcakes to bake, there’s only so long you can remain in a dream’s warm embrace.
My son’s design class is in the middle of a cook book project. From what I can understand they have to take it in turns to bring food, take pictures, and eat. They don’t seem to have got to the point of writing the recipes down. Apparently he promised everyone Cookie Monster Cupcakes.
The was only one fairly large problem.
1) An eleven-year-old boy transporting of a large quantity of large cupcakes covered in icing while walking, sitting on the train, and walking some more.
But we decided to go for it anyway.
We made the cupcakes using the standard vanilla recipe and added lots of chocolate chips. Then another problem arose: they were simply too small to put cookies on. Okay, the main problem was that we forgot to buy the cookies, but even if we had they would have been useless. And they were too small to add eyes. And the frosting was not the beautiful smooth thing it looked like in the photo, so I won’t even bother sharing the recipe.
We frosted them anyway and realised that some of them looked a little like snakes. So we added sprinkles so they could be fun snakes.
I knew we should have found time to do a dry-run earlier this week.
On the bright side, we finally got to see the Black Panther movie today, which was awesome. I can see why everyone is raving about it. No offense to anyone in the US, but I was so glad that it did not turn out to be one of those “America sweeps in and saves the day” movies. Which I was afraid it might have become once the CIA showed up. Only why did it have to be that damned Hobbit?
I can’t wait to go to sleep tonight. I can’t wait to get back to that dream. I’m living the short story I’m writing in my dreams. It’s a long time since I’ve been this excited about something that I’m writer, a long time since I felt so much like a writer. Not that I don’t adore Chocolates on My Pillow but I’m on the sixth draft and so far it’s been dragging on for three years. I’ll tell you why another time. It’s just exciting to be doing something new.
I met my Twitter deadline as well. You can find me @OreillyEva Let me know yours if you want to connect.
All in all, an excellent weekend.