Celeste woke up in the middle of the night, awfully hungry after not eating anything at all in the day. The food she had cooked earlier on was probably still in the kitchen, and after heating it up, it would have to cease the growls of her empty stomach.
Shuffling off of the bed, she stepped onto the floor, and out the door. Slow and cautious, that's how she walked, not wanting to wake Zillon up if there was a possibility that he was asleep.
Her steps took her down the stairs, and though she tried her best to be quiet, each spirally positioned board squeaked as she walked down them.
She sighed in relief when she tiptoed down the last one, and straight to the kitchen was where she headed.
She could practically hear the night on the outside... The crickets, and the dead silence that ling
