Last night I dreamt I was a fudgecicle.

I was cold and chocolate, and wrapped snugly around a wooden stick. Someone picked me up. I know that someone was male, but I didn't know who it was. (...although I have my ideas...)

He picked me up and began to consume me. Long licks up my body, from what I considered to be my "feet" up to the top of my head. It was incredibly sensuous, wonderfully intimate, and terribly frightening. You see, with every lick, every extraordinary touch of that tongue, a little part of me disappeared into him.

It went on and on. With every pass after phenomenal pass of his lips, I slowly vanished. Until I was just a think sliver clinging to the stick. Until he opened his mouth one last time, and finished me off.

And I woke up with a start.

I lay staring at the ceiling for a long time, mulling over the dream.

One of our fixed route drivers failed to come to work tonight, and I didn't notice until a full lap had been missed. Fortunately, it was a relatively unpopulated route, so I don't think anyone was too upset. I only picked up three people, but I still had to return to the office and close everything down, so I was a little late getting home.

When I was getting out of my car at my apartment, I just happened to glance up at the sky. Just then, I saw a brilliant shooting star, perfectly framed between two trees that would have otherwise blocked my view. It was as if I was meant to see it.

I quickly made a wish.

...But I can't tell you what I wished for. Otherwise it won't come true, you know.