Twelve at Two

            Two AM?  How is it Two AM?  I thought.

            My alarm just went off, practically jumping me out of my bed.  My room was almost completely pitch black except for the bit of light coming from the crack of my door.

            Ahhh, I gotta get up at five for school!  I thought.

            Minutes passed by and I heard strange noises from all around.  I decided to turn my on to drown out the noises.  As I feel back to sleep, my door opened only in the slightest.  I put the covers over myself to protect me from whatever entered my room.  It made a lot of noise and was very bright.

            “Who’s there?” I asked out to the light.

            “Happy Birthday to you!” sung the light.

            I brought the covers down and saw my family gathered together around my bed, a cake with twelve candles on it held in the hands of my father.  My mouth agape, I didn’t say a thing while my family continued to sing to me.  My father placed the cake in my hands as the sung the final line.  With a deep breath, I blew out all of the candles, my family cheering around me.  I took my whole finger and wiped the “Michael” off from the cake and licked the icing.

            OH SO CREAMY!  I thought to myself.

            “Thanks guys” I said to them all.

            We decided to go down to the kitchen to cut the cake and eat.  I ate like half of the cake.  It was that good that we had no leftovers.