I wake up and my eyes are flooded with the appearance of nothingness. I give them a few seconds to adjust to the darkness that has overtaken my room. After a few seconds of adjusting I begin to make out the shapes and objects that make up my bedroom. I look over at the clock and see that it is almost half past midnight. I begin to wonder what could have made my mind awaken from the unconsciousness it had been in for about 3 hours. Then I feel it, the emptiness in the pit of my stomach that can only be hunger. I had skipped out on dinner that night on account of the massive mountain of homework that was waiting for me in my room. I turn on the bedside lamp and see my cat, Lola, lying at the foot of my bed. She seems agitated. I whisk the blankets off of my still sleep ridden body and trudge across the room to the door. I hear a faint meow from behind me, and turn to see Lola jump off the bed and run to my side. Maybe she is hungry too. I try to keep my noise to a minimum due to my siblings sleeping one room over. I reach the stairs that will take me to the place that may subdue the rumble in my body, the kitchen. Each step I take up the stairs takes more and more energy from my body. I cannot tell if this lack of energy is from my exhaustion or the fact that I need to start working out. The cat is still right on my heels, watching every move I make. I reach the top of the stairs with breaths that are heavier than when I began the climb. I walk around the corner and into the kitchen, trying to think of the contents of the pantry and refrigerator. I only want a small snack. I open the pantry and see foods that would be considered ingredients such as rice, flour, sugar, and other foods that one would not consider an individually eaten item. I open the refrigerator and find a pudding cup and a small bag of almonds. I also find a half-eaten can of tuna that I grab for Lola since she also made the journey to come up here. After I have