Florentine Baroque

Little star awash on a shore waiting for high tide to return. Trying to hide from whatever lurks, clinging to the rocks he has chosen. But these are not rocks! I smell berries...sniff sniff... Is that whipped cream? If I can just reach over I will attach to what has to be chocolate on chewy butter.It's squishy for sure, and oh, is that melting? ...oops, I have picked a silly surrealistic tidepool for sure. Wait. What is that shadow? Is that a person nearby?...shhh... uh oh.... I think I see a spoon.