An Angel's Visit II

STORM

Immediately Storm walked into her room, she kept the food on the table which was close to her bed, and slowly sat on her bed, counting the minutes until the angel showed up again.

If someone had told her that she would ever be in communication with an angel, she would have told the person to register at a nearby psychiatric hospital or get his or her head checked. She wouldn't have believed it or taken it seriously.

But look at me, waiting to talk with an angel, about to eat a food that was supernaturally increased.

She started tapping her foot on the ground to a non-existent music, still waiting, not believing she would be able to eat this food and let it digest properly if the angel didn't come.

She must have waited for so much time because her stomach started growling in anger. Oh god. Can I still wait? She wondered, her eyes darting to the food at intervals.