Giant Suzie Q(TM)

Last night as I was trying to get to sleep, and fending off the advances of the Captain, who let me be clear, has not been around very much lately, I thought about a giant Suzie Q (TM).

First I would be bathed in a soft tub that had a long tube at the end to crawl out of. At the end of the tube would be a Giant Suzie Q (TM) with its top off.

I would lie down naked, in the cream filling and dip my hand into the filling and take a small bite out of the chocolate portion. Ummm.

Then a large crane would lower the top of the Suzie Q on top of me, gently, right under my chin. Under my head would be a giant pillow made out of a marshmallow. At which point, I would drift off to sleep, cream filling in my hair and chocolate cake portion keeping me warm. Delicious.

In the morning, the Captain would come through the tube and gently nudge me to the other side of the cake, embrace me, and spread cream filling all over me, stopping only to feed me bits of Suzie Q (TM) and then, ultimately, lick every thing off, cover me and then, sated, we would fall asleep in the partially decimated Suzie Q (TM).

I remain,

Hilda Stinson