Darkness...All I could see was darkness. I could see the diaphanous white curtains were calmly propelling and blowing due to the wind throbbing through the open windows. I could see the ghostly shadows moving with the help of the flame the candle provided. It was oddly comforting and warm. With all my family and some outlandish people creating chaos in this confined room, I strengthened my grip on the handle of the knife even more. The people in the room continued shouting their lungs out as the knife was hovering just above the sumptuous cake filled with my favorite cherry and strawberry compote between the layers and ganache. The crisp shredded chocolate flakes on top of the cake were now soft and lightly melted due to the candle flame. It was looking temptingly appetizing and luscious. While all the others enjoyed the cake I cut, it happened again. I rose from my seat abruptly, my friends astonished while I got my hands back on the knife and stabbed every red balloon in my vicinity. "I hate red!", I said politely..