[ WP ] Write an innocent story that becomes morbid in the last sentence .

I like cakes. I like to eat them, bake them, what not. I like other desserts as well, just not as much as cakes. Im the cheery, chubby baker that's in your favorite shop. I'm always covered in flour, rushing around, working on this and the other. Do you love croissants? I can make those, too. Light and as buttery.... insert whatever simile you'd like, I ca n't be bothered. I'm very busy today. I've had the whole day to get ready, and it's 5:00 pm; I'm only half there. The party starts at 8, I've had too much Pinot, and my server is, I suspect, high. 
 
 It's ok, though. I always come through. I get this anxiety, and it propels me forward. Deep breath, focus, and I'm off. By 7:47pm, we're done. All of the beautiful desserts frame the elaborate cake in the center of the dining hall table. I have n't let anyone down, I'm still who they think I am. Dependable, talented, cheerful. It's my time to shine, as it's said. 
 
 I'm most certainly, however, going to jump from the 32nd floor of the hotel at 11:00 pm.
