A R I A N A

I woke up in the middle of the night, my throat dry and scratchy, I was very thirsty and my jar was empty.

My eyes moved to the clock on my bedside table glowed 2:47 AM in bright red numbers.

I growled, throwing off the covers and padded barefoot to the door. The marble floor was cold under my feet as I made my way downstairs, careful not to make noise.

The kitchen was dark except for the faint glow of the stove light. I didn't bother turning on more lights ...