Heaven is sitting on the balcony at midnight running my finger through the thickest, creamiest, yummiest (does this qualify as a word?), pink butter cream icing top of a vanilla cupcake, and then licking it off. Heaven is repeating this action until all of the icing is gone and my finger and tongue are an unnatural pink that won't wash off until about the third hand washing and second tooth brushing. Heaven is the imagination that allows me the luxury of this delicious cupcake, when in actuality I'm sitting here drinking a bottle of water and cursing the self-imposed diet I've put myself on because I've gained a few extra pounds!
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