I dream an ice cream
Days passed by slowly like the dying flames of the ember stones; sometimes you wonder if you can still make sense of the ashes purged by the gust of wind. Maybe the branches were worth keeping, if only for a while you remember where you got them from. Then you clamber yourself up to taste the morning dew as you sift through the blanket of fog. Not too far now, only pass the rummage of human filth: an entourage of various marketing products painting a canvas of human evolution, the way of life. A sliver of light pierces through the passage, contrasting from the melancholic hue of the scenery. Alas, a destination far beyond the boundaries of a cold and miserable place. You can forget now, where you even came from.
You now find yourself holding a charming bowl of Ice Cream, waiting for your savoring mouth to taste the magical rainbow of sweet decadence. A flavor so rich, so invigorating, you wouldn’t even know you’re done. An Ice Cream topped with layers of vanilla and chocolate, blanketed by warm caramel syrup slowly slugging its way towards the bottom. A population of various nuts lay across the glistering surface: Almonds crunched to perfection, Cashews indiscriminately divided throughout, and tiny bits of walnuts to complete the balance. Sticks of waffles stick out on the sides, a compliment to the budding taste of goodness. Last but not least, a strawberry on top, as if the king of all flavors, making sure not an ounce of taste is left out.
You sit and wait, a perfect dessert deserves a perfect moment. You draw a deep breath, calm with serenity. Through the steady stream of air, a bee buzzing with delight flew by, humming with pure jealousy. The moment has come but a sudden pang of pain surges through your veins, your stomach twists and turns like an anaconda suffocating its meal. Alas you subdue through the unbearable agony, no more will the taste of Ice Cream be delighted today. No more will there be another time with this pain, so you withdraw yourself from this perfect place. Forever is lost this immaculate dessert. Your vision fades and you lay down writhing from a mysterious ailment. Slowly you watch as the Ice Cream melts, all the flavors draining from the charming bowl it once greatly stood. You can’t bear to watch this perfect paradise melt away, so you succumb yourself to forget this place.
It’s only a dream, there’s no such thing as an Ice Cream with this kind of flavor. I made it up. I think I'm gonna go get some Ice Cream.