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Ed continued to write all though the night locked in his writer's trance, thus receiving not a wink of sleep.
Kathy went about, doing her usual daily household chores, acting as though everything was normal. Around dinnertime, Ed's roll had diminished and he was finding it a tad difficult to write any further based on the fact that he was drained from a lack of sleep and nutrition.
Ed stroked some keys slowly, when all of a sudden his stomach began to growl. He stood upright, went to the bedroom to change his clothing, then marched into the kitchen.
Kathy was situated over by the stove, cooking spaghetti noodles and sauce. She stirred the sauce, then turned away from the stovetop to see Ed sitting at the kitchen table.
"Ed! I didn't expect you to come. Well, anyways, I'm glad you're here. You look terrible."
Ed smiled at her sarcastically.
"I guess I just couldn't keep away from you, kitten," Ed said, even though the real reason was simply because he had just fallen into writer's block.
Kathy turned back to the stove. "Aww, muffin," She retorted. She took the pot of noodles from the stove and distributed the contents between two plates, then did the same with the pot of sauce.
She picked up both plates, placed them on each end of the table then sat down.
Kathy picked up her fork and looked at Ed. "You really don't look all that well, you know." With her free hand she gestured to her undereye area. "You've got bags under your eyes."
Ed reached up to his own undereye area and touched his tired face. He shrugged and picked up a spoon.
"Ed... you don't eat spaghetti with a spoon."
Ed raised his arms, stretched out, and began to yawn. "Yes I do..." His head slumped down into the plate of spaghetti that lay before him and he fell asleep right in his dinner.
Kathy gaped at him, then shrugged and began to eat her own meal