I suppressed my nausea, picked up one of the hot dogs and tasted it. Before swallowing it, I couldn't stand it any more and rushed to the bathroom.
I felt an extremely itchy feeling in my throat, as if something was wriggling and slowly crawling through my throat, trying to get out.
My own imagination made me feel so sick that I vomited.
A piece of Frankfurter fell into the toilet.
I didn't pay attention to it and got up to flush the toilet.
Once the churning in my stomach disappeared, the feeling of hunger came up again, but I had no appetite at all for the delicious food I had eaten before.
It was completely different from the one I had last night. One bite of this hot dog almost killed me.
All day long, I could barely drink water.
Stumbling into the elevator of my apartment, I planned to go home and make myself a hearty meal.
As the elevator doors slowly closed, a woman suddenly said in a soft voice, "Please hold on."
A woman in a light grey knitted skirt entered the elevator while thanking me for holding the elevator.
I pressed the button on the sixth floor for her.
The woman was slightly surprised. "You know where I live?"