In the quiet of the night, as the moon cast its ethereal glow through the window, Elias drifted into a realm of dreams. His slumber was peaceful until a peculiar sensation washed over him, a tantalizing aroma that seemed to emanate from within his own mind. Curiosity piqued, Elias opened his eyes, finding himself in a most extraordinary place. Tables groaned under the weight of towering cinnamon spice cakes, their frosting glistening like jewels in the soft light. Platters overflowing with colorful candies, brown butter cookies, and apple cinnamon pastries lined the walls. Maple syrup fountains cascaded down marble pedestals, their rich, amber liquid tempting him to dip in a chunk of Belgian waffle. As he gingerly approached one of the tables, a sense of overwhelming joy filled his heart. He picked up a delicate macaron, its shell as thin as paper, and took a bite. The flavors exploded on his tongue, a symphony of sweet and tart that transported him to a state of pure bliss. He sampled a variety of treats, each one more delicious than the last. In his dream, Elias felt no guilt or restraint. He indulged without consequence, savoring every morsel. The confections seemed to nourish his soul as much as his body, filling him with a sense of contentment he had only known long before, in the springtime of his youth. As dawn approached, Elias awoke with a smile. The memory of his dream lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the pleasures of life. He knew the sugar-spun dreams he had envisioned were fleeting, but was content their memory would remain with him long after he had returned to his reality.

notes by tim small, qui apporte la joie