Cookies
I have a collection of cookies that I've saved for a year,
since a birthday party I had where I asked everyone who came
to bring an original cookie.
They are packed in Styrofoam, and I am unpacking them
to serve at a current party.
I take each cookie out, one by one, examining them closely.
(much like our family unpacks Christmas tree ornaments)
There is a Winnie the Pooh cookie, a tiny frosted cookie with raspberry jam/brandy inside, etc.
(I take a bite out of the small pink one and find it a little off)
The party is in the back room of Safeway.
I'm in the storage area greeting people.
(this is my home)
Halfway through the party Chris (L) shows up with Harold and Mark.
Chris is carrying a neon green snowboard with something painted on one side,
but I can't make it out.
They are driving a giant bus with the seats ripped out.
Inside it's the size of a gym.
The plan is to drive up the mountain.
It's snowing hard outside, and the flakes hit my face -
melting upon it as I get into the bus and we drive away.