Hunger wakes me for the fifth time this evening. Growls build in the back of my throat as the frustration mounts. I throw the covers to the side and stand, my blood pumping in my ears and pulsing in long arcs down my body. My boxer briefs hit the floor as I tie my hair into a tight bun. I grow frustrated as the hairs defy me, delaying. Not quick enough. Never quick enough. I slide back under the discarded sheets, careful...