Don’tcha hate it when you wake up in the middle of the night and you’re thirsty and the water beside your bed is all gone because you were a greedy ice-eater and the bathroom sink is clear on the other side of the room and you just can’t go back to sleep because you’re too thirsty to sleep and for some reason you think orange juice might be the answer to all your problems but the refrigerator is even farther away than the bathroom sink?
Oh, but orange juice. Mmm.
The world inside your earplugs is loud with orange juice. Your breaths bellow oraaaaangejuice, oraaaaangejuice, oraaaaangejuice. Your heart beats orange.juice. orange.juice.
Now your steps — orange. juice. orange. juice. orange. juice.
You’re a citrus zombie.
The stove explains it all — It is not the middle of the night. It is morning. 6:12 in the morning.
It’s Saturday. You drink your orange juice with a smile. The orange juice is even more delicious when you’re going back to bed.