Whipped Cream with (the Possibility of) a Cherry on Top

Tears lashed out, not out of sadness, but of anger, frustration and maybe even a bit of betrayal. Their eyes hardened to the world as their creator came to realize she would never be content with life. She may never be medicatedly super-happy with what she had. But it was kind of like one of those pretty-please-with-whipped-cream-and-a-cherry-on-top deals. She would have the whipped cream; that, at least, she could control. And if a cherry or two decided to fall into place, the more the merrier. But she wouldn't be holding her breath, because if she did, then the whipped cream would never be enough- her life would never be enough. Her life would be enough, it would be okay. Her life would be the whipped cream.