It was 3:30 in the morning and I had been studying. I walked out of my room for a break and saw a paper bag from the baker’s. Near it was a plastic case with pink, crunch mini-donut like thingies. And in the fridge there was chocolate cake. I hadn’t really expected it to be there and it hadn’t been there when I had last waked out of my room (six hours ago) and I was so excited at seeing the bakery’s bag that I (honest to God) started jumping about ecstatically with a huge smile on my face and pumping my hands up and down for the next five minutes. I really liked myself then. Being this excited about cake.