This one morning, I woke up to my girlfriend not lying beside me in our bed. This was (only) a little confusing; I had not remembered her going (back) to Brussels, but as she does often enough, I figured I was still rather sleepy.
But the sun had called the morning, so it was time to get up -- when I heard strange noises from my kitchen: there must've been a monster.
And like a normal person, I weighed my options: escaping from my apartment to avoid a conflict or protecting my belongings from the demon.
When I finally, after a good half hour or so, mustered up the courage, all I found was my cute girlfriend.
She had awoken to an insatiable desire and had just cleaned our kitchen of anything palatable. So when she noticed me, she leaped to me, took my finger in her mouth, and well -- the rest I'll leave up to your imagination.
