At
the birthday party in the park on Saturday I tried a piece of cake and
the frosting was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted in my life. It was
supernaturally sweet, sweeter than a spoonful of sugar. Like that
sweetest substance on earth from the Guinness Book of Word Records,
1977. It convulsed me like a shock.
Later
in the afternoon I drifted off to sleep in the armchair. After a few
minutes I awoke with a start, not sure who I was, where I was.