Herbert West wants blueberry muffins

he want muffin

Herbert lay awake in his bed, Dan made him stop taking the reagent, meaning he had to sleep.

He had always struggled with sleeping, and as he lay there staring at the ceiling he found his mind wondering. Down a strange train of thought he began to think about his favourite snack. Blueberry muffins.

He frowned, frustrated that he didn't have any. "Perhaps I could make myself some." He considered silently, his frown returning apon realising they most likely don't have the ingredients.

He rolled over onto his side, pouting as he also recalled he'd been banned from most stores near by, with little reasoning. "They're probably homophobic." He thought a slight laugh escaped him, though his frown soon returned.

The night to follow was sleepless, and muffinless.

"Ouf."