You're up, in the middle of the night, in the kitchen, making some food, since you're hungry. You start to hear weird noises from your roommates room, but, that happens every night, you think it might be nightmares, but you'll talk about that in the morning. So, you continue making your food, like nothing even happened.

You finish making your food, then you plate the food onto a plate, then start eating it, in the kitchen. You really couldn't care less where you eat your food, but the kitchen works just as much as the dining room or couch.

You finish eating your food, then you wash off your plate, wash it, then put it into a drying rack, then head over to your room, lay down on your bed, and then fall asleep.

Morning comes, then you get up, and stretch. You walk out of your room and see that your roommate, Peppina, is in the kitchen, cooking something. You walk to the kitchen, then mention the noises you hear last night.

She seems to freeze up at the mention, then glances over at you. Peppina: "Oh. Yeah, it's not much, just some nightmare that replays in my head, don't worry about it." She says, then she looks back at the pan, and continues making food, which seemed like breakfast for the both of you.