Between the 4th and the 5th of June

It is 12am.
You are hungry.
You know it's not going to go away.
                               grumble.
                                           grumble. sigh.
grumble, grumble.
You give in, feeling your way down the dark flight of stairs- don't miss the last step!

Turn on the kitchen light, look around- no ones there.
Think of everything you could make at this time of the day.

First idea- hotdog. You could totally turn on your new electric grill and stand in the dark waiting for a barbeque at midnight...bad idea.

You peer into the fridge- chocolate fudge- the kind you heat up on the stove, caramel syrup, chocolate syrup, milk.... there's protein powder in the cupboard.

Ding!

First three scoops of the powder.
A couple dollops of the fudge.
A drizzle of syrups.
Milk.

Mix, mix, mix.
Clink, fizzle, clink, clink.

Taste.
Nom.

You are kinda sleepy... then suddenly- did I drink a cup of coffee?

SUGAR HIGH!!!!

Why did I do this?!!!!

You're awake, but at least you aren't hungry anymore.
How about writing about it?
The End.