Eyes closed, I make a wish before extinguishing the candles.
“Wow! All in one breath! Your wish may actually come true.”
“Fat chance!” I say, “I wished that I wasn’t turning forty today.”
Laughter abounds. My husband cuts the cake, handing the first piece to the aging birthday girl/woman. Where did the years go? I glance around the room at loved ones, noting the clock. Exactly two minutes until my official time of birth.
Devouring chocolate bliss. Prickles course my arm. Dizziness. Sweat dripping like melting wax. I clutch my chest then hit the ground in regret. Farewell to forty.