Whipped Cream...

I have been trying to describe it for weeks on end. I have tried severally to analyze the new experience but have failed severally.  I was out of options!

“How exactly do you feel?” Pascal asked on a low laugh.

That was my shrink wannabe friend. We were lounging on the very green, properly mowed lawn beside his house. It was actually a picnic and I was enjoying the lovely treat. Pascal, aside from being an IT guru, had great culinary skills.

I licked the whipped cream off my fingers. His homemade chocolate cake with whipped cream and hot latte was simply the best. The guy sabi cook sha. He should be running a restaurant instead of an IT firm. Being a shrink was a total waste of his and my time, but the cake compensated for it. And yes, he enjoys being my shrink.

“I just can’t explain the feeling, but it’s awesome and novel.” I narrated while reaching for another slice of cake. 

To my chagrin, Pascal nearly rolled on the grass with laughter. I was not finding the whole experience amusing. There are some emotions that cannot be explained in any language. But Pascal had ruled it out as one of my moments.

“Don’t worry dear. It will pass.”

Fake shrink; I had thought with dismay.

Well, that was last week and I was beginning to feel it had passed until today.

This morning, I simply  refused to get out of bed. I sat up and pondered deeply. That was when it dawned on me. Slowly, the fog faded and the answers were laid bare. That was it!! I nearly kicked my behind.

With the sudden realization, I dashed out of bed and straight for my phone. Pascal needed to hear this…