A noise from the kitchen. Glancing at the digital clock, the red numbers indicated that it was 1:23am.
Pots began rattling, then there was a near inaudible clicking sound of the burners being turned on. I got out of bed.
Outside of the kitchen, the sound of a fire on low could be heard along with liquid boiling. A purple glow emanating across the floor.
Peering in, my eyes bulged at the purple apparatus. It turned, & in my dead mother’s voice smilingly said, “hungry dear?”
As I screamed, 3 voices speaking in unison replayed in my head: “We’re ready to believe you.”