Of food and dreams

There is a cupcake in the refrigerator.
I am trying to ignore it.
A single cupcake,
a leftover party favor.
It doesn't belong to me,
but I am the only one here.
Devilish little cake,
it whispers promises and compliments.
It has denounced its owner
and pledged eternal love to me.
I didn't earn you, cupcake.
I have not accomplished anything today.
I sit here, cold, watching the rain,
the sky the color of uncaring.
Two pairs of socks dress my feet,
I am cocooned in a fleece blanket,
I know all the news of the world.
This has been my day,
decidedly not dessert-worthy.
I put you out of my mind.

Back to work, 
testing the wall.
I push one brick, I knock against another.
I keep prodding like a toddler
to find one that isn't fully committed.
One brick that wobbles,
I'll kick and claw.
I'll bleed on it
until, like a decayed tooth,
it just falls out.
Then I find myself on the other side.
A sunshine world.
The people see me and wonder,
where have you been?
I don't tell them of the time I wasted
chasing other people's cupcakes.