my sister and i bought six too many muffins. one whole extra box. at the bakery, we had more than convinced ourselves that one box of six muffins isn’t enough to serve a family of four! so, naturally, we bought another box. you see, there was no maternal supervision; there was only our fancy, our mother’s money and a whole shop of delicious confectionery. it’s a miracle we didn’t buy some other things we would be ashamed of. it was surprising that while standing at the check-out counter and buying those twelve delicious cupcakes, we felt no guilt whatsoever, even when both of us had an unsaid mutual understanding that neither of our parents will eat even one cupcake – what, with adults, and their calories and health and all of that important stuff. also the fact that one entire box contained too much of something my mother doesn’t eat: egg. so essentially, we had just bought twelve cupcakes for the two of us. when we sat in the car with our muffins, both of us looked at each other and probably thought the same thing: well. at least we have variety – one box of chocolate muffins and one box of red velvet muffins.
skipping ahead to the good part – past our mother’s defeated sighs and our red cheeks – we sat down to eat our evening snack: one chocolate and red velvet muffin each. yes, we decided to reward ourselves after watching an annoyingly good movie. nothing like positive reinforcement done right, yes? as we were seated at our dining table, we switched on our stereo and it played smooth, silky piano notes. there are only three tracks on my iPod that are instrumentals, and one was playing right as we took our first bite into the muffins. and for some reason in that moment, as my teeth sunk into the delicious, chocolate fluff that was the muffin, i realised that i had never heard the piano so transcendentally. everything seemed to proceed in slow motion; the music flowed through my ears, and seemed to pass through my entire body. right then, i felt like i was exaggeratedly aware of all of my five senses: i could taste the sweetest of the sweets, i could hear the sound of simple, ethereal music, i could feel the rhythm of the piano notes, as i watched my sister probably experiencing the same thing while eating her own muffin, and i could smell a new, freshly-baked story for my perpetually inactive blog.