Midnight Search for Comfort

Sometimes, in the quiet hours of the night, I find myself wandering to the bathroom, only to be inexplicably drawn to the refrigerator, as if its cold, hidden treasures might hold the key to my sleeplessness. At three in the morning, shrouded in exhaustion, I stood before it, pondering the necessity of uncovering forgotten fruit, only to realize that what I truly longed for was the warmth of my mother's love. How quaint, indeed. I don't need food as sustenance in this solitary hour. What I need is rest, deep breaths, and the comforting assurance that I am okay. I can give myself that right now without a morsel of food.