Like so many nights before, I woke up last night to the sound of my stomach gnawing on itself. I drowsily wandered into the kitchen in search of something (anything!) to eat, and decided upon pretzel nuggets. In the silence of the midnight hour, the crinkling of the pretzel bag was like fireworks, and if my growling stomach hadn't woken Alex, I thought for sure this sound would. Tonight, to keep both sounds at a minimum, I have prepared an easy to access bedside snack.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
In the midnight hour...
Like so many nights before, I woke up last night to the sound of my stomach gnawing on itself. I drowsily wandered into the kitchen in search of something (anything!) to eat, and decided upon pretzel nuggets. In the silence of the midnight hour, the crinkling of the pretzel bag was like fireworks, and if my growling stomach hadn't woken Alex, I thought for sure this sound would. Tonight, to keep both sounds at a minimum, I have prepared an easy to access bedside snack.
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All the necessities...including defining love as a sickness. Fills your belly and intellect into the tranquility of slumber.
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