The Midnight Binge | Flash Post 298
THE MIDNIGHT BINGE
Button, last night, at around twelve, I heard Dost silently walking out of our bedroom on tip toes because, it was obvious that, he didn’t want to wake me up. This is something he’s never done before and I guessed he was either going out to fetch some medicine or get a bottle of water for himself.
Did you wake up?
Not really. These days, I sleep like a baby but I just about woke up for a split second before dozing off again but woke up a second time when he returned.
Did you ask why he’d gone out?
I did. I found him creeping back into our room and heard him munching on something.
What was he munching on?
Are you serious?
One hundred percent. He even announced that he just felt like eating some Marie biscuit.
Marie biscuit to be precise? That too at midnight?
When I showed alarm, he offered me one which I accepted and the two of us munched on them before falling asleep again.
That is so cute. Why did he choose the Marie biscuit and not any other biscuit?
Because the other biscuit kept on the kitchen table every night, together with the Marie for next morning’s tea, are cream cracker biscuits which he hates!