A cake for that one time I stopped drawing
because I was filling paper with weird shapes and not trees and the sun and
the birds; for the novel I wrote when I was eight; for the most terrible
nightmares of snakes and monsters (and for waking up from them on command); for
the curliest hair; for not listening to my mum; for having thought for half a
second that someone who undervalues invisibility could be a better version of
me; a cake for master plans and for not having one; for making someone coffee without a reason, for things that happen in due course, for illusions, robots, badgers,
business cards, birthday cards, ellipses.
A cake for James and me.
