Twenty Six

I placed a hand on my tummy in a bid to make the hunger pangs go away. It didn’t do that, instead it grew much worse. My eyes flickered open, as a yawn escaped my lips.

Damn!

I was so hungry. I stretched my hands over my head, and then, stepped out of the comfort of my bed. My left over snacks sat at the front of my desk. It would do till I got something more edible. I quickly walked over, and grabbed the bunch.

I pushed the loads of them at once in my mouth. It was just perfect for me, and made it so much better to eat. Yum! I tossed the wrapper in the trashcan.

I needed to see the sun a bit. I’m sure it would make me feel better than ever. I grabbed my jacket from the back of the chair, and walked out of my dorm room.

The smell of soap, and laughter filled the air. It was the Saturday, and it was the third day after the emotion outburst in the rain with Mike. I still felt like kissing him, and knowing how his plump lips tasted like. And, that was the weirdest thing ever.

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