mmmm cake?

Sometimes I sit in my apartment and I smell food. A few thoughts go through my head. Like tonight I smell cake, so my first thought was that my mind was telling me I wanted cake. Then I realized I was still stuffed from lunch so that couldn’t have been it. Then I thought that I was maybe baking a cake that I forgot about. But why would I be baking a cake if I was stuffed? Then after a few more random explanations I realize that my neighbors must be baking a cake. Oh the joys of apartment living.