Nobody wanted this drabble, so...

3am; awakened by the wooden floor creaking, scratching, like nails on a chalkboard. But they’re chipping. I imagine bits and pieces flying after bumping against every grout in her way; like students pausing at every equation on the board, peeling their nails out of boredom from x/y, or whatever her teacher is teaching. I told her 'eating green will make you smarter,' but she won't believe me. I told her to 'eat them when you're hungry,' but no; instead that little monster prefers yanking frozen food around at 3am for a popsicle.

“Go to bed.”

“But mom, I’m hungry…”