Eggs at 3am

Two days ago..

My eyes open.. After a one hour nap, it seemed I was fully awake. I stared intently into the darkness of the ceiling, as the sound from my roomate's nostrils invaded my ears with a sort of soft monotone. I feel a serious hunger pang, and think to myself why in the world I could be so hungry all of a sudden.

I got out of bed.. slipped on my slippers and walked into the living room. I look up at the clock and its past 3am. I decided I was going to cook some eggs.. for some odd reason I was really yearning eggs all of a sudden. I couldn't find the spatula, so I used a spoon instead. As I was cooking, I thought to myself how strange that I would get out of a deep sleep and suddenly begin cooking eggs in the middle of the night, am I dreaming? I took out my phone camera, and snapped a pic of this event in history.

I ate the 5 eggs I cooked.. they were so delicious, not too hard, and not too soft, just to the point when I poke the middle, the yolk oozes out. I put cayenne pepper (the red bottle in the pic) on it with a little bit of salt, and some canola oil (in the picture). I ate it with whole wheat tost.

I sat down, satisfied after my 3am feast of eggs and toast, and worked away on my projects till I fell asleep.

-m