You gulped hard, you were hardly in the mood for food as Hayley left her room and headed to the kitchen, with you in hand.
You squealed in terror as you swung back and forth in between her fingertips. Hayley's bare feet slapped against the tiled floor as she walked into the kitchen, before dropping you inside an empty glass on her counter. You felt all the wind been taken out of your lungs as you landed inside the glass.
"I do love myself a late-night sandwich, but I just don't know what to have as a filling" Hayley said as she opened her refrigerator.
Whilst her back was turned, you attempted to climb out of the glass, but the sides were far too steep and slippery for you to grip onto as you just landed back where you were. But you immediately stopped as Hayley shut the refrigerator, looking a little annoyed.
"There is nothing I can use for a filling....oh wait!"
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