...That it was late afternoon, though just how late she couldn't tell. How many hours had passed she wondered, how long has she been sitting here? Time wasn't Katie's only concern though, for no longer had she she begun to wonder of the time than her stomach rumbled, announcing its hunger to the world. As before, she tried to ignore the grumbling, but once again, within minutes, she was overcome, forced to go into the kitchen to find something, anything to fill the yearning void within her. In her search she completely missed the fact that the trash bag was now rather fuller than it should have been, most of the extra space being food wrappers. She searched for a few moments then selected a packet of chocolate-chip cookies - which her cassandric inner voice told her shouldn't have been there - and another bottle of coke before settling back down on the sofa.
More hours passed as Katie nibbled, first on the cookies, then on another packet of chips that had magically appeared in cupboard. Cookies and chips wouldn't be enough to sustain her though, and so later, her body picked up the phone and ordered a pizza while her mind drifted fitfully, returning to reality only when the delivery boy knocked on the door. Once again, she had to endure the uncomfortable, no, downright scary situation of her body acting apparently of its own volition, scoffing food down like there was no tomorrow.
The Family sized pizza was half-gone when Katie was finally given control of her body again. Storing the rest of the pizza in the fridge, she went into the lounge and turned on the TV again and flipped through the channels, before switching to a romantic movie. Zoning out once again, as the minutes ticked away, she came to just at the end of the movie to find one hand clasped around yet another bottle of coke while the other was finishing off a packet of biscuits.
Terrified at what was happening, but unable to do anything about it, Katie resigned herself to her fate, and watched her body return to the kitchen, drop the now empty bottle into the trash, and the bowl into the sink and then, to her disgust, grab two of the remaining slices of the pizza out of the fridge and scoff them down. After a quick trip to the bathroom to do her ablutions, she got into her pyjamas, which seemed a little looser than they should have been, especially given her recent binging, and climbed into bed - which like the other furniture in the house was now larger and more expensive - and was asleep within minutes.
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Katie awoke to the sound of her stomach grumbling...
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