A Swirl of Glaze

I carefully unscrewed the clear tub of pastel cloud slime and scooped a soft swirl onto the clean tray. It was wonderfully fluffy, stretching out like cool spun sugar as I gently kneaded it with both hands. I folded a pinch of iridescent glitter flakes right into the center, listening to the tiny, muffled crunches beneath my palms. Pressing down flat, I watched the airy dough rise back ever so slightly, leaving behind the neatest glossy sheen right before bedtime.

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