Lots of Wax

My girl and I were recently in California, sleeping peacefully in the office. My sister was very nice and gave me some beautiful homemade candles, filled with flammable paper with all sorts of pretty colors. So naturally I decided to light the candle before we went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my bookshelf on fire. I got up quickly, but sadly the fire was too big for me to blow out. So I had to put it out using a cup of water I got from the bathroom. One of my black pens was incinerated, and the burnt ink left a permanent black mark on top of my bookshelf. Luckily, none of my other precious toys were burned, but there were gobs of wax everywhere, including on my old class notes and my girl's backpack. The candle itself was very big before it melted. The end.