I stopped in the middle of running on my wheel when I heard someone gingerly walk down the stairs. My view of everything was almost entirely pitch black. I then hear the landing of a set of feet of which walked in the away direction from me.
Then the kitchen lights turned on. Every fixture and item in the kitchen was a dark hazy silhouette - which all melded together from my vantage point. The person was a silhouette too but moved. It looked like man because he looked like one of the tall ones and had a round back-of-the-head. The lit-up space in the room was a much lighter shade of gray. He opened the refrigerator, stuck a hand in, brought it to his mouth, then I heard him chewing. He repeated this sequence of actions three times. He closed the refrigerator, turned off the light then tiptoed back upstairs.
I then went to my food bowl and began stuffing my facial cheeks.
A while later, another set of feet - sounding smaller in size this time - went into the kitchen, judging the trajectory of the walking by following the sound of the footfalls.
I couldn't see anything because the light didn't turn on.
I heard what sounded like the opening of the same refrigerator. Then I heard a loud crash of metal.
A bit later, I heard the hurried scampering of feet down the stairs. The kitchen lights turned on. A different tall person (looked like a female because one could tell that the silhouette had long hair) was standing just inside of it and a shorter one (a female too, deemed by the same method) was by the opened refrigerator with a dark gray fuzzy ink blot of what looked like a roundish rectangular shape on the ground.
"Claire!" the tall female said. "What did you do? You ruined the Daddy Stew!"
"But moozie, I didn't mean to," Claire whimpered sheepishly. "It already had a hole in it when I got here. So, um, um, it was already runed."
"Now don't lie to me Claire," the tall female said sternly. "Are you lying to me?"
Claire paused for a second. "Un . . . uh." She sounded unsure but then conceded at last. "Yeah."
"Claire. You lied to me," the tall female said deliberately. "Now go upstairs. You can't have friends over for a week."
"But moozie! Nofe-air! I'm -
Claire abruptly stopped and slowly walked back up the stairs.
"Nofe-air," she muttered in a low volume to herself.