Eleven Days Later…

 

Atlantic Aftermath

 

 

 

The smell of bacon and grilled cheese wafts through the air, making my mouth water and stomach growl.

God…

I’m so hungry.

Again.

I’ve eaten twice already and it’s not even noon yet; something that seems to be happening more and more lately.

Stress, I think to myself. It must be stress.

The ding of the order bell rings loudly in my ears, making me wince against the piercing sound, wishing to God I had ear buds. I don’t remember it being so loud. It’s getting really annoying.

Then again, pretty much everything seems louder now. And brighter. And almost everything smells a little bit stronger, too.

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