I remember

I remember that night.

I remember going out to get you Cool Whip one night, at 11:40 p.m. I had to rush, because the Walbaum’s closes at midnight nowadays.

I remember standing in line at 11:55, thinking I barely made it. I remember looking for my wallet, and realizing that I had forgotten it.

I remember going back to my room to pick up my wallet, barely making it through the gates which closed at midnight.

I remember going to the 7-Eleven, because it was the only thing I thought of that would be open. I parked at the LIRR parking lot because the North Entrance was closed.

I remember the water that hit my body as an SUV sped by next to me as I was headed back to my car. (It was raining that night, but I didn’t have an umbrella.)

I remember going to the Stop & Shop.

The Mobil store.

The King Kullen down the I-347.

The 7-Eleven next to the King Kullen.

I remember I finally found the 24-hour Pathmark down Old Country Road, with your Cool Whip.

I remember the pride and relief I felt.

I remember going back to your room, presenting you my hunt. It was already 1:47 a.m.

I remember you saying that it was still frozen.

I remember cutting you a slice while you were handing out a slice to your suitemates.

I remember you refusing it, because you didn’t want to eat it. You said you just liked baking.

I remember you barely taking a bite.

I remember my disappointment.