Emma's Not-So-Sweet Dilemma by Coco Simon

This day just kept getting better and better!ĭownstairs, my mom was listening to an author being interviewed on public radio while she bustled around the kitchen making breakfast. (“Just put on a sweater!” he grumps when I’m sitting at my desk doing homework, my nose red and running from the cold.) But today I am already noticing it must be warmer outside, because when I opened my bedroom door, I didn’t have the sensation that I was entering a walk-in freezer. My dad insists on keeping the heat lower than most normal people would. I braced myself, flopped back the covers, and launched out of bed. Their scent floated under the crack in my door, across the room, and tickled my nose, like in a cartoon. (Katie was raving about the aroma, and I felt totally left out!) But now my cold seemed to have subsided, and I could smell the pancakes my mom was making downstairs. I couldn’t even taste the cupcakes we made at our last Cupcake meeting, never mind smell them cooking.

I could smell! I’d been suffering from a terrible cold for the past week, and my nose had been totally stuffed up. It had been so freezing cold for the past week that I’d been walking around like a mummy in layers and layers of clothes (sleeping in socks and long flannel pj’s), and to leave my cocoon of blankets this morning would be unbearable.īut then I noticed something. But I dreaded getting out of bed, even though it was a Saturday. I snuggled deep under my covers and wiggled my toes in their fluffy pink socks. The Cupcake Club was coming over pretty early this morning to work out the kinks in a new recipe we were creating for a holiday boutique we were participating in, and I was looking forward to it. My alarm went off and I hit snooze, even though I was already more than half awake.

Emma's Not-So-Sweet Dilemma by Coco Simon