You feel so light and fluffy,you feel air bubbles filling your flesh, as your bones dissolve. You start to sweat profusely from the pores in your golden skin. Your sweat is thickening,and as it obscures your vision in you taste butter cream frosting.
You feel waxy sticks being pushed down into you. Then you feel heat, someone has lit the torches stuck in your flesh. You feel yourself lifted up.
A chorus of voices start to sing, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU..."
Oh, no the woman turned you into a birthday cake. The woman carrying you leans forward and whispers, "You can't be a cake and be eaten too."
"Come on make a wish and blow out the candles!" shouts a young feminine voice.
"Let me think, I wish..."