when wednesday wasn’t having a nightmare, tossing and turning was common during the night. a good night’s sleep had always been a foreign concept to the goth, and after moving to the dorms your snoring did little to soothe her.

and yet, on the rare occasion she can’t hear that thunderous rumble, it’s…odd. yes, quieter, but she can’t shake the most peculiar feeling…

longing.

and hunger. at about 2am, wednesday sleepily pads across the dorm room, the light from the fridge bathing her face in a pale glow.