A Delicious Course of Silliness

The air was thick, sweet caramel,

Or pure maple syrup, gooey,

I don't know how it happened,

But it truly made me moody,

Under different circumstances,

I would have been rejoicing,

To have such sweet, delicious treats,

A case for self-indulging.

I'd make the best food you could find

For miles and miles around,

My friends would join in revelry,

The deliciousness abound.

A swimming pool of ice cream,

For the sundae of my dreams,

And a mountain of tall pancakes,

With a little sweetened cream.

Alas, today, 'tis not the case,

The truth, you must believe:

For clarification, it's a sweet illustration,

Of waking when I cannot breathe.