She woke up groggy and with an unclear vision of what happened earlier. The first thing she noticed was that the clock hit at 8 o'clock in the evening. She could feel her stomach growling from hunger. After sliding on her slippers, she walked into the door and stormed outside. Wearing her lavender set of silky pajamas, perhaps her body was aching from her journey of saving the woman - speaking of her, she wondered where she was. The task was completed and she was assuming no one would show up in front of her pointing a gun at her head. Then she found herself staring at the refrigerator column which was filled with food. She took all that she craved and drowned herself, savoring the food. Oblivious of Greg, who was coming to the kitchen, holding something.
"Samantha sent this," It's been
