WA5 draft 1 revised edition

I sat on the table, observing the wedding from close distance. She was beautiful, and so was he. Such a lovely couple. But I wouldn't be here long enough to witness the whole thing. I started to get nervous. My sweet sugar trickled down my layers. The wedding continued at a accelerated rate, maybe to accelerated for me. The priest joined them together in holy matrimony. The bride looked so happy, the twinkle in her eyes sparkled like a sea of diamonds. They kissed and everyone clapped. If I had arms I would've as well but unfortunately i don't. I felt joy for the newly united couple but sadness for my ghastly fate. Then the time came. My last few minutes. My heart pounded like a thousand bongo drums as the guests approached me, eying my body with malcontent. They grabbed the cake cutter and then slice after slice i became nothing but a delectable item, no longer whole. Now I sit in the stomach of some unknown guest wondering what my fate will be. Hopefully something better than my cousin the cookie. We can say his life went down the drain.