We've all been there. Tossing and turning aimlessly in bed, stirring around, unable to slip into a peaceful slumber till the morn. Then your tummy gives ya a lil rumble, as if to say "Fuck, bitch, you haven't eaten since breakfast yesterday. Eat something whore." So you innocently obey your body's wishes. As you heavily stumble out of bed and make your way toward the kitchen in the dark with nothing to light your path, other than several small flashing lights indicating your electronic devices are being charged, your mouth starts to water. Saliva pools in your dry mouth as the light from the refrigerator floods onto the kitchen floor, softly illuminating the entire room. You search up and down for something small yet filling enough to suit your needs. When nothing looks to be satisfying enough, you turn to the pantry doors and swing them wide open. Now that your eyes have adjusted to the dark a bit you can read labels of multiple soup cans, crackers, boxes of fruitsnacks, ect. Still nothing. You close the cupboard doors, defeated. An idea pops into your noggin. You longingly spin round to look at the freezer. You open it up and a plume of misty cold air rushes over your body. All you see is icecream, veggies and- "wait a minute," you think "is that garlic bread? COMERE BITCH!" You open open the clear wrapper in an animalistic manner, while still trying to keep silent. You pull it out of the plastic and lick your chops. As your incisors sink into the crusty yet soggy bread, chills of cold delight shoot down your spine.