My friends crowd around me as they sing happy birthday. The pink cake in front of me is big, with sixteen candles on top that sparkle in the dimming sky. I can see my mom, tearing up behind her shaking phone, taking a video. I can't help but laugh along with my friends, screwing up lyrics to the song. When they get to the final "Happy birthday to you", everyone around me cheers. I wish this day would never end. I blow out the candles. I wake up.