It was midnight and he couldn't sleep because he was hungry. He was beginning to regret why he rejected dinner. He was mad at her and not at food, right?
He tried going back to sleep all to no avail. The worms in his stomach kept gnawing at his intestines, threatening to puncture them.
When the hunger became unbearable, he knew he had to go downstairs and get some food. Hunger was not to be toyed with and he won't be one to you with it.
With that, he stealthily opened his door, careful not to make a sound. Then he slipped out of his room and gently tiptoed downstairs.
He got to the kitchen and turned on the lights. He opened the microwave and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the food in it.
He took out the plate and uncovered it and his mouth watered at the sight of him. He would h
