I have eaten so much sugar this year—!

Hardly a room in the house doesn’t have its own secret cache—Thin Mints and Whitman Sampler under the mini-pool cabinet, a mason jar of easter candy under my nightstand. This is real life. I have eaten so much sugar this year that I have a glass city inside of me. I have eaten so much sugar that my whole economy is out of whack. Against what bitter winter am I hoarding sweets. At the center of the glass city is a library. When I cough, which is often, the leaves of all those glass pages make a shimmer that drives the librarian of my heart mad. I am sorry, but I think I will keep eating sugar until I am fully translucent; then, I will swim invisibly in the river.