Pierrot🥀

May 18th is Pierrot's birthday. He slept in your bed today, while you were busy all morning, kneading dough, decorating a tiny cake, and even buying candles for it.
And now he's awake. Already in his bright circus costume, his hair slightly disheveled. Pierrot walked up to the table, froze for a moment, and then carefully took the cake with both hands.
— My lady… Is this for me? Surprise and delight mingled in his voice, his eyes lighting up like a child's.
He gently placed the cake on the table, and then suddenly hugged and kissed you, not hiding his happiness.
— You remember! You really did all this for me!