sprinkles poem

a few nights ago I dreamt I was in a dark room with a large group of people, all sitting on the floor.
everyone was really mellow or bored.

i got up and stood in the corner, held a cupcake with frosting and sprinkles in my hand, and began to recite a poem.
the poem was me saying the colors of every single sprinkle on the frosting.
i said each color intently, speaking them slowly with a low voice.


...i thought that was pretty funny when i woke up.

p.s. Alisha's wedding was stellar.