cakes raze twelve years ago, when my sleep was a mess most of the time, chad told me his wife wanted to bake a cake for my birthday. her name was danielle. i'd never met her. she just liked making people things that were sweet, and when her husband told her he had a friend who was about to get a little older, she asked if she could make something for me. i hadn't had a pineapple upside_down cake since my mom made one for my birthday when i was a kid. so i asked for one of those. the day chad dropped it off, i got to sleep around six in the morning and woke up ten hours later with a headache the size of a small city. danielle used brown sugar. it was like something out of a dream. all big and brown and beautiful. one piece of her cake and i was as_good_as_new, at least for an hour or two. on days when the scabs that edge the torn webbing of my memory are thick enough to let me touch the past, i almost think i can still taste the unexpected gift that chased the pain away. 220513 what's it to you? who go blather from