DANA
I grunted as I woke up. This is going to be a very long day. I can feel it even now as the alarm clock rang at the side of the bed. It's only, what 6:30 am and I can already envision the long list of activities I have to complete for the day.
As usual, when I came down to the kitchen, the staff were already halfway done with breakfast. On the center of the table were Japanese pancakes still on the box. I guess it was Zyra's. She loves the taste of that. I picked one and took a bite. I don't know why but my stomach was grumbling. And then I realized I didn't have dinner last night. I got busy with my thoughts that I mistook them as food. I consumed them one by again, until at the middle of the night, I wasn't the predator anymore but became its prey. All for that for two minutes of interaction with Ivor Lynch.
I got it bad, I know. And this doesn't have to go on like this. It shouldn't.
"good morning, Miss Dana."
