Kayla
My stomach growled loudly, echoing in the quiet of the night. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table—it was almost midnight. No wonder I was starving; I had missed dinner entirely after falling asleep earlier.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I changed quickly out of my rumpled jeans and sweater and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a hoodie, and the thickest socks I could find. I threw my hair up into a messy bun and quietly slipped out of the bedroom. Glancing in the mirror, I looked like a round little cupcake, but it wasn’t like anyone was awake to see me.
The house was eerily silent as I made my way downstairs. Moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting elongated shadows across the polished hardwood floors. It seemed that everyone but me was alr
