Red Velvet Reality

 “Hello and welcome to Sinfully Sweet Cup Cakes!” hailed the two twins in matching outfits standing on contrary sides of the black, neon splatter-painted double-doors. I hesitated to enter for an instant, the identical twins still keeping the entry ajar. I sluggishly strode my way to a white wood coffee table on the left side of the great café. I pulled out the jet-black seat, tainted with neon circlets, and sat. Neko, following my every move, plopped his-furry-self down on my lap. His tail whipping back and forth as I scratched behind the purring machines’ left ear. A cute waitress skipped over to my table.

                “May I take yer’ order ma’am?”  She spouted in her countrified accent, “Oopsie I forgot! Have you preordered?”  I took a second look around. Ugh… it’s like I’m wading waist deep in Japanese Pop Culture. Again, I say ugh. “Miss?”

                Her voice startled me into submission. “Oh! I’m sorry I was looking at the, uh… wonderfully painted walls!” Wonderfully painted walls? Wow. I have problems. “My friends have been bragging to me about the Red Velvet Reality cake so I came here to try it once and for all to test its’ deliciousness!  So can I get one?” 

    I lied. I don't have friends. 

                “Coming right up!” she cheered. She scuffled back to the kitchen, yelling for the cupcake I ordered. About thirty seconds after she left my table¸ she came back with a small sterling silver platter holding a dainty little cupcake. A deep red color¸ the cake was. A vanilla cream cheese frosting whipped onto the top in a marshmallow-y fluffiness with dark chocolate curls to adorn it. The piéce de résistance was the small chocolate heart that shot out from the crown of the frosting. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen! I whipped out my iPhone and took a photo. She placed the cupcake down carefully on the ceramic plate in front of me. I picked up the fork and knife beside it, carefully cutting a fourth out of the petite cake. The waitress was anxiously watching me, waiting for me to take my first bite. As I brought the fork closer to my mouth, I could feel more eyes on me. My mouth closed over the silver fork and I let my eyes rest. The flavors of vanilla and the richness of the cake danced on my tongue, a single delicate chocolate curl that melted slowly on my taste buds. One mysterious flavor overpowered the other wonderful flavors. It tasted like… magic! How did I know what magic tasted like? I think it’s just in my mind. Is it? I found that I had been had been sitting in the chair for about 5 minutes with a blank face on just thinking to myself.

                “Instant or Distant, if distant please choose a time,” said a sweet, little voice in my head.

                “Excuse me?” I replied questioningly.

                “Instant or Distant, mam, if distant please choose a time!” it repeated.

                “Uh, instant, I guess.”

                “Alright-y, your vision of reality from the imminent future will begin in five minutes! I suggest finding a solitary place for you during that time! Since you are a first timer, you will feel sick and might throw up. Maybe a bathroom, perhaps, will suit your needs. Countdown initiating, please hurry to your destination! Five minutes!”

                “Thanks for the cupcake! It was wonderful!” I lied. I paid her for the cupcake and asked to where would be the bathroom.

                “Four minutes!”

She directed me there; I shoveled up all of my binders and books and headed for the bathroom, Neko trailing behind.

                “Three minutes!” the voice warned.