As the clock struck midnight Rupert quietly made his way from the bedroom to the kitchen. In the dark he could barely make out the cupcakes his life-partner Owen had made that evening. He took another two steps before he finally saw them in the faint moonlight that filtered in through the window above the sink.
Earlier in the evening he had been warned they were not to be consumed until tomorrow nights Americas Next Top Model marathon, but the delicious confections haunted his dreams and he knew Owen wouldn’t notice if just one was missing. Probably.
He plucked one up, stuck his finger in the frosting and brought it to his lips. Delicious! He quickly popped the rest of the cupcake in his mouth and chewed happily.
Owen wouldn’t notice if just two were missing. Probably. So, he reached out and took another.
As the clock struck one Rupert found his face covered in frosting and his feet surrounded with cupcake wrappers. Suddenly the kitchen lights came on, illuminating his shame. Owen stood in the doorway and let out a high pitched cry as he caught Rupert treating himself with the last of the cupcakes.
Treat Yo’ Self
10 x 10 x 1 5/8”
acrylic on wood
2011 - available
<3 Everything about this post.
