It was growling, even as I was sending it food. “Are you not getting it?” I asked internally. A brief panic, “Where is it going!?,” and I began to imagine toast and eggs seeping into my gut. Another empty growl adds to my confusion and elevated awareness. In some kind of eating Hail Mary pass, I squeezed a double-glop helping of grape jelly onto my otherwise healthy whole grain toast and rushed it down quickly and efficiently. The next growl shifted mid moan in timbre and tone. The supplies had reached their target, which was too worked up to notice and continued the tantrum.
…now I’m wondering if it’s a sphincterfull. [6.3] (mint choc chip)*
*not sure if that’s a thing, but I’m