I have my stomach! I was sound asleep this morning. Dead quiet throughout the house. All of a sudden I hear this:
Brrrrrrrp. Mmmmmmrrrrppppp. Repeat.
I snap awake. Angry. I roll over. That only muffled it slightly. Whatever else, my stomach was running on empty and apparently felt it was its solemn duty to inform me of its displeasure.
At 5:50 a.m.
I get up and scarf down a piece of bread. Lay back down. My stomach growls less and less until finally it’s quiet again. Some people hate their bodies for various reasons. I hate mine when it wakes me up. Self preservation takes a back seat to a good night’s sleep in my book.
But I’m weird like that.