I sat on the bed with the small table before me as I picked a slice of bread from the tray, and spread butter on it. I ate like a starved beast, I was damn hungry and in this stage of life that I find myself in, I do not bother whether Daisy had dropped something in my food or not.
My stomach grumbled as I even ate, this was because of the accumulated hunger in me. I was more than hungry, and the smell of the bacon attracted me to put a chunk in my mouth.
Pouring a cup of brewing tea, although it was just warm my now, I happily drank from it pushing the lumps of bread down my throat.
I ate with what savagery I could mutter, even though I am a foodie, although I could control my hunger for whatever length of time, the moment it was time for me to eat, I always made it a priority to eat
