The endless Ice cream Counter

"I dreamed I was standing in an ice cream shop again, the cold air drifting out of the glass case in front of me. There were more flavors than I could count, rows and rows of them in every color, swirled and sprinkled and piled high. They all looked so good that I couldn't choose. I walked slowly along the counter, looking at each one, enjoying every moment of deciding. The scooper smiled and waited, never rushing me. I felt warm and happy, as if nothing else in the world mattered. When I woke up, I was smiling. The shop was gone, but the craving was very real, and I could almost taste the sweetness. I couldn't stop thinking about getting ice cream that day."