I was passed out on the couch. I'm not sure what it was that woke me up, but I had suddenly jolted up. Turning on a lamp, my eyes adjust to the sudden brightness and I realize the pain in my stomach. I hadn't eaten for at least 27 hours.
As I walk into my kitchen, I look outside and see that it's pitch black out. So I look at the clock just to see that it's 12:47 so it makes sense for it to be dark out.
"God, I hope I have food in here", I say, opening my freezer. I notice the box of hot pockets at the very back and you know how those midnight cravings are. I pull one out and get it ready into the sleeve.
It always seems like forever when you're waiting on the microwave to get done. Though, for some reason, it does feel a bit colder than a little bit ago, my mouth also feels dry.
When the microwave beeps done, I open the door, just to find that the hot pocket is gone, that just the sleeve is there. The only conclusion that I can think of, is that somehow, the microwave disintegrated it while it was cooking.
Turning back to the table, I see the used ends of what looks like a cigarette. That's when I remember that I had smoked some weed a while before passing out, and I realize that the reason it felt colder and my mouth was dryer, was because I had eaten the frozen hot pocket.
So, I get another one out because I'd like to eat something warm. So I get it ready and put it in the microwave once again. Putting the time in, I start waiting. Once again, the microwave beeps done and I open the door, finding nothing.
I turn back to the table and see the half eaten frozen hot pocket. "Not again!", I cry, just wanting an actually hot hot pocket.
At this point, I just decide to give up and go back to sleeping, I'm sure once I stop being high, I'll be able to actually enjoy food.
Going to sleep, I just hope that the next thing I make, will be warm.
