He pulled the leftovers from the fridge, leaning against a counter as he ate straight from the box. Jim decided to eat a couple more slices of pizza to satiate his grumbling stomach while he waited. A few moments later, the infamous dark brown liquid started dripping into the pot. After getting it all set up and pushing the start button, it wasn't long until a low, gurgling sound filled the kitchen as the water began heating up.
Scooping some of the grounds into a filter, he prepped his mom’s coffee maker to brew a small pot. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He'd always thought it was too bitter than anything had a right to be.
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Its semi-opaqueness allowed Jim to see it was over halfway full of a coarse, dark brown powder. Rather than continue digging in the cupboard, Jim’s gaze was drawn to the large plastic container adjacent to the boxes of tea bags. Hot cocoa mix, chamomile tea (that was a big nope ), herbal mint tea…Ĭome on, don't we have just plain black tea or something? He rummaged in the cupboard where they usually kept the ingredients for hot beverages. Besides, his primary mission was to acquire caffeine to keep any and all future nightmares as far away as possible. But he didn't want to risk waking his mom up with the sounds or smells of his cooking (though she was typically a heavy sleeper, but that could have changed after he'd disappeared for six months). Jim was itching to break out the pots, pans, and utensils and whip up something spectacularly delicious, like maybe an omelet. It had been months since he'd set foot in a kitchen, or really properly cooked a meal - the occasional monster egg cooked by a small fire in a dark cave was for survival purposes only, not pleasure, so it definitely didn't count. Blinking momentarily at the sudden brightness, he surveyed the familiar domain. After reaching the ground floor, Jim made his way over to the kitchen and turned on the lights. No need to wake his mom up due to his inability to sleep. He crept down the staircase, carefully stepping around the squeaky and creaky bits that had been there as long as he could remember. He considered going back to his room, but since there wasn't much to do there except stare at his walls Jim decided to wander downstairs. Three nightmares in less than 24 hours was more than enough, thank you very much. There was no way in hell Jim was going back to sleep.
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