I feel hungry, and lost. I feel alseep at the table while writing my novel and awoke, unsure as to where I was and what the time was. The candle I had on my desk had since burned low and gone out completly. The light had gone dark outside as well. I must have been been alseep, perhaps for hours. I stood up and walked over to the only window in the room. I looked outside but saw nothing but darkness. I heard a noise...someone clearing their throat. I wasn't alone in the room.