melty

My room is melting and I'm melting with my room. Which of us will melt away first? Is it possible to melt away, totally? Will my eyes leave me once I melt away? But what if I don't completely melt away, say, part of me sticks around like the sticky edge of a crumbled cake. My consciousness becomes confined to this shapeless stickiness. Then I think about wedding cakes and triangular chocolate cakes and poppy seed muffins, cakes that hold up their own very well and I say, dear me, why don't they let me melt away --