...it wasn't the same cake at all, and beaides s s , it had gone cold, the cream hardened, so it wasn't the delightfully fluffy eating experience that it should have been. It was an oblin o ong of white sponge patterned with mint green geometric lines, a samdwich of flavoured cream. I sat there pretending to enjoy eating it, thoigh u u I did admit I should have waited to allow it to return tk o o room temperature. ...I woke. n