Sitting on the sofa, I listened to the relentless rain and looked at the piles of supplies in the utility room. A sense of security washed over me, knowing I was prepared. The contrast between now and the past was stark.
Suddenly, my stomach rumbled, reminding me that I had been so focused on preparing for the storm that I hadn’t eaten.
I hadn't eaten for almost a day. Feeling the rumbling in my stomach, I got up, went to the utility room and retrieved a box of self-heating snail noodles. I carefully poured water into the container and set it aside to cook.
As the noodles heated, I grabbed a comfortable spot on the sofa and turned on the TV to continue watching the series I had been engrossed in. The simplicity of the meal, combined with the fact that I didn’t have to wash any dishes afterward, made the experience oddly comforting. It was a small pleasure amidst the chaos and for a moment, I almost forgot about the storm raging outside.
Just as I was finishing my meal, another message popped up in the group chat.