I am a piece of chocolate cake.
I wonder if I will get eaten soon.
I hear people saying “Yummy!”
I see other pieces of chocolate.
I want people to eat the other pieces.
I am chocolate.
I pretend that I am a person eating chocolate.
I feel messy and sticky.
I touch my messy sticky chocolate.
I worry that I will get eaten soon.
I cry because I am just a piece of cake.
I am a piece of cake.
I understand that I am stuck in the kitchen.
I say nothing, because I am just a piece of cake.
I dream of being at a birthday party.
I try to hide myself in the kitchen.
I hope I won’t get eaten.
I am just a piece of cake.