Angelic laughter, faintly, fills the air as the aroma of fresh linen and irish creme play tug- of -war in my nostrals, tempting me into deep slumber and then slightly nudging me back into awareness.
shades of yellow and pink twirl around in my eyelids and then fade into the dark like flower pedals that are free of there stems on a breezy spring dusk.
I stretch and moan like a Grizzly just awaking from hypernation as a familiar sound of sizzling and crackling come from down the hall.
My taste buds start to sweat in anticipation like the birth of Niagra falls. It intensifies into a flourishing river, unforgiving and unstoppable,Thus causing a voice in my head to yell sink or swim as i swing my uncooperative limbs towards the floor.
I stumble and weave like an old Drunk, through a maze of high heals, babydolls, and little hot wheels race cars then glare back, unscaved and proud at my accomplishment like Indiana Jones or Bear Grills in the deadliest jungle on earth.
Standing in the Hallway, in my skippies like the undead with my super model pose but add 30 pounds. I hear a loud chear coming up the hall in parade form of all my family and friends.
Happy Birthday to you.