Have you ever woke up from a nice nine hour nap, realizing that no one is home, and your stomach is grumbling so bad, the only thing you manage to do is well, nothing.
It feels... Terrible, sickening, horrid and every nerve in your body frozen in you. Today i woke up from my nine hour tour around dreamland, hoping that when i walk to the dining hall, the whiff of a ten-course meal would drown my nostrils with its heavenly goodness. I felt around for my glasses, threw my feet over the floor, caught my balance, and started my endless, treacherous journey to the dining hall.
Sitting on the cold hard wood, was a note. A note of mockery, of shame. A despicable peice of paper staring me in the eye.
It said: Honey, I wont be home until 11. Here's six dollars. Love, mom." Either my mother was trying to bribe me or its for my dinner. Bribe me. Definitely. Pulling my numb body into the ktchen, i opened the refrigerator, hoping to see an array of cold, microwavable food or something, but all there was were expired milk and soy sauce. Im very sure i couldn't eat soy sauce, and its most definite that I do not want to have a nice stay in a hotel filled with white linen sheets and a "nutitious diet" and some bald old man in a white coat, holding a clipboard giving me a new biology term every two hours.
Just as I was still dreaming, the doorbell rang. Hoping its a complimentary pizza, i flew to the door, anticipated the dancing pepperoni pizza to come right in my face to let me lick off. The cheese, to be savoured in every corner of my lips.
I jiggled the lock as fast as i could, and standing there with a toothless grin was my six year old cousin, waving a red plastic bag of noodles.
Better than nothing. (:
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