The next day, Elena woke up feeling refreshed but extremely hungry.
She glanced at her husband, still peacefully sleeping, and decided not to disturb him.
Quietly, she crawled out of bed to freshen up before preparing a hearty breakfast.
She craved something salty.
'I want to eat a pickle.'
With a wave of her hand, a delightful spread of food appeared before her. There were pickles, fluffy scrambled eggs, golden toast, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.
She paused for a moment, then added crispy bacon alongside a serving of white rice. A smile spread across her face at the sight of her breakfast.
'Perfect.'
But soon, she realized that she had become quite picky over the past few days.
'This is not good.'
In an apocalypse, anything that could be eaten was already a blessing. She took a moment to reflect on her situation.
But then her thoughts shifted.
'Well, I have lots of food, so I will eat whatever I want!'
