Pillows Cute and Sweet Enough to (Almost) Eat

So last night I dreamed that I was doing the back stroke through pink, vanilla-flavored frosting, only stopping to take a bite now and then. Colored sprinkles were like flotation devices, and white, fluffy cake resembled a trampoline.

Then my alarm went off and reality hit like a giant trough of unflavored oatmeal. Bye bye frosting. So long sprinkles (or jimmies, or hundreds-and-thousands, etc.).