I Like Myself When I'm With You

Part Two

I chuckled. I guess I am a big kid at heart.

Engrossed in examining the cake, I noticed the perceptive bakery staff taking note of my keen interest in that specific cake. He pleasantly interrupted my thoughts and asked me right away, "Hello! Would you like to get that one?"

Shifting my gaze in his direction, I caught his friendly smile emerging from behind the counter and greeted him in return.

Delivered with a warm demeanor, his question held a certain charm that made me feel welcomed in the little place. I wasn't judged that I was looking at a kiddy cake, and that made me feel a little bit relaxed.

Continuing, the bakery staff then described, "It's a chocolate fudge cake with vanilla buttercream frosting layered in between and on top. It was freshly made this morning too," tempting me with a vivid description of the cake's blissful flavor combination, which made me could not resist getting it. "Would you like to get it?" He asked again.

"Absolutely," I replied to him with a nod immediately. "I'd like to get it, please."

From the moment I entered the bakery, the sight of the Spiderman cake captivated my heart completely. Despite its whimsical and somewhat unconventional choice of cake for an adult going well into his mid-twenties, I remained unfazed. The cake had instantly caught my eye, and its petite size made it to be the ideal choice for my nonexistent party for one later on.

It's good enough for me, myself, and I.

Moreover, it's a fun cake. Maybe I needed something to laugh about during my tough times after a dreadful day at work, or maybe I simply craved a silly, childish colorful treat. Either way, it works for me.

I don't care.

I just want to eat the cake.

With a swift exchange by the cashier, I cradled the little confection in hand, the weight of its existence feeling oddly significant in the context of my fleeting birthday and my first job celebration.

Satisfied with my impromptu purchase, I strolled out of the bakery, my face lit up with a sloppy grin that screamed newfound delight. Each step that carried me through the streets had now transformed into a light, gentle serenade, enveloping me in the hushed ambiance of the night.

A surge of anticipation bubbled within me as I made my way home, holding the thought of indulging the cake infusing in every step, providing me with an extra dosage of energy. My surroundings seemed to dance to the rhythm of this nocturnal escapade, casting a comforting stillness over the city's glowing heartbeat. Suddenly, the night feels a little brighter to me, and suddenly, I feel a little bit more at ease, all thanks to this silly cake that I bought.

Rather than going into the dull and dark corridors guiding me straight to my home, an inexplicable pull drew me to the rooftop instead. Scaling the stairs, I subconsciously ascended with a sense of secrecy, cradling the small box of chilled cake in my hands, not wanting to be seen by a single soul in the apartment building.

As I reached the rooftop, my surroundings embraced a unique sense of coldness within me, brushing the cool breeze against my face as I stepped into the open space. The Spiderman cake, a whimsical companion in this little, almost-to-nothing celebration, bore silent as a witness to my raw emotions.

The city's hum and the quietude of the rooftop resonated with the complex mixture of my feelings; a wavering blend of solitude, nostalgia, and the surreal acknowledgment of my own little existence in the world. The city lights below mirrored the different emotions in me, crafting a memory of a unique moment with me and my silly Spiderman cake on my birthday.

Settling on the dimmed rooftop with a single bar of LED light that was placed on the wall, I carefully placed my bag on the cold polished concrete surface, feeling the chill running through my fingers as I lowered myself to sit. Sitting on the cold ground, the night air began to envelop me, and I carefully cradled the small Spiderman cake on my lap. In the quiet, almost dark scenery, facing the vast city sky, I clasped my hands while the midnight breeze gently brushed against my face. Cold.