Midnight hunger is something I'm used too, but not to this extent.
Another loud grumbling of my stomach followed by a grunt and the sound of me rolling to the side and crashing on the floor fully awakens me.
But just not enough to give me strength to walk down to the kitchen.
"Grrrr", my stomach grumbles the same as my phone rings.
Who could it be? I don't get phone calls.
I reach up my hand and have to stretch it and walk my lazy fingers sideways in search of my phone before I find it and pick it up.
"Hello, who's there?" I ask as I bring the phone to my ears, however there is a silence on the other side of it.
"Hello I'm Mia, who did you intend to speak to?" I ask again as I take the phone away from my ears to look at the caller's name.
Mia is how I introduce myself to peo
