Desert.

It went like this: I am standing in my living room. I am wearing the prettiest dress in the world. It's exactly what a dress should look like on my body. I am beautifully happy. I am singing the song "I'm so Pretty" in my head but also thinking about how conceided I must sound, except well, nobody is hearing me. Then he is there. It's almost a disaster how good looking he is. I move in closer to him. He is paused in a beautiful moment. And then I kiss him. But it's weird because his lips feel like glass. I then think to myself, well of course, nobody in their right mind is that good looking, he isn't real. I open my eyes and realize I'm kissing the television where zac ephron is paused in a good looking frame.
...... "Isn't that weird? That's not how dreams should be, right? I mean shouldn't I be kissing the real zac ephron in my dream. I think there is something wrong with me."

Alice's friends stare at their empty plates, pretending to pay attention because that's what good friends do. They've heard it enough times. Alice thinks there's something wrong with her, it's not new and outstanding news. It's just Alice.

"Maybe it's because your brain can't lie. It knows you've never met him in real life so it makes him on the tv," Debbie shrugged feeling terrible because she ate the whole peice of pie instead of sharing with Joan but Joan ordered a cookie a la mode and decided not to take any part of her pie, so she ate it all.

"No, but you guys, this happens with people in real life too. Like that hot soccer guy I always watched at the park, he turns into a cardboard cutout. Maybe this means something. Maybe I have intimacy issues. I bet that's it."

The only problem Alice had, Joan thought, is that she never ordered desert. Alice said it was because she hated the way the sugar made her teeth feel Joan just thought it was a way to show her heirachy, she was so much better then them because she didn't eat desert. Well Joan ate a cookie a la mode and still wore the same size, so there.

"No, come on Alice, that's ridiculous," Debbie said pushing her plate away.

"You know what it is," Joan said. Alice and Debbie looked at her wide eyed awaiting the answer, "It's because you don't eat desert," She nodded enthusiatically, "It's proven," she shrugged.

"By who?" Alice questioned.

"By people. Just order some DESERT once in awhile for GODS SAKE!"

Alice looked upon her friends and then called for the waitress," I'll have the ice cream. With whip cream please."

And with that, she already felt much better.