Born from a little girl's pearly teeth I wake up.
The day is brighter than I imagined it would be; but until a moment ago I didn't exist so maybe my newly acquired imagination is rampant.
I see other people, and more of my kind gently resting on their lips as they looked upon me and my button-nosed creator. I feel like a king among kings.
Life is longer than anything I've ever experienced, each second feels like a year; I grow old and content.
My brother Laughter slips past me and steals my thunder, but I love him anyways. Hearing him makes me feel better about myself and I think it shows because my maker starts laughing again as people coo at her adorable-ness.
What's this mass I see before my prescence?
The girl's mind screams the word "Cake".
What?!
Wait what are you doing?!
Darlene no!
Oh.... God now I'm covered in some sticky substance that appears to be a purple color.
The light in the sky is fading.
People are leaving.
I don't feel good.
I feel drained.
How old is this universe of mine, six?
How long can a six year old stay smiling?
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