[Fiction] Occhiolism
A minute pass midnight. She decides to step down her bed as she gives up from making herself fall asleep. Maybe a cup of hot milk can help, she thinks. She has to sleep. Tomorrow will be another busy day, she can’t be late. Her eyes wandering around the cabinet in the kitchen. The milk used to be in the second drawer, but it isn’t. It takes more than 10 minutes just to realize that the milk already used up and she has nothing left.