Call me Tombas
Call me Tombas YeahWrite Writing challenge 9/27/2020 #494 Soft snores rippled the stillness of the dark air. Tom dozed in his office chair, arms folded across his chest, head nodding slightly forward as his eyes fluttered. It was the same dream he always had, though it seemed to be occurring more often. In this dream he is a toddler of three years, he surmises by the white number candle outlined in blue. The faces and the chatter of adults swirl indistinctly in the background, eclipsed by the sulfur heat of the candle warming his nostrils and the buttery scent of frosting. This cake sparkles in the candlelight with columns of white frosting and sugar flowers piped in tropical hues. Surely this is a mirage which will disappear in his grasp, but he delights when extending his hand his fingers pierce the frosting and emerge with a spongy sticky sweet handful of cake that he thirstily brings to his gaping mouth. Vaguely Tom is aware of another blonde head and an identical cake nearby.