It is the middle of the night.  I am staring into the fridge with bleary eyes.  I squint at the hint of light the cavity emits.  My foggy brain a blank.  Trying to remember the reason for the night adventure.  Its cold - mission 'turn on the heat' completed.  Nature called - bathroom need attended.  Now what?  I stood trying to keep my balance.  The fridge door keeps me steady.  Oh yes,  I was craving something.  My tummy grumbles in anticipation  What was I getting?  My head is bobbing.  I desperately fight the reclaim of dreamland.  Hmm...whoa!  Almost fell asleep right there.  I snap at brief attention.  CHEESE!  I grab the block of orange product and sniff the unopened package.  I really can't smell anything, but I pretend I do....yummmmm.... cheeeezzzzz.  My mouth begins watering in anticipation.  Dreamland fights back.  Bobbing my tired brain, and wobble bumping into the counter, I shuffle to the only kitchen drawer.  More black and blue marks that I will perplex about in the morning.  I locate the scissors by touch.  My vision is barred by droopy lids.  Must have cheese.  I cut off one end of the plastic wrapper.  NOW the aroma of cheese dances around my nostrils.  Cheezzzz.  I cannot wait! Cheeeezzzz.... My hand searches the drawer for a cheese cutter, or a knife.  Even a butter knife will do.  Cheeeeezzzzz....  I can't find it.  Cheeezzzzz.... I simply cannot comprehend the problem.  Cheese?  I stand there half asleep.  What is the next logical step?  My head bobs up again.  Cheese.  How much do I want cheese?  I want cheese.  My body wants sleep. I want cheese.  Can't find knife.  I want cheese.  I snort chuckle as my brain flashes the solution in a memory.  I hesitate.  Its just me.  Want cheese.  Why not?  With a content tummy, I smile at my own silliness.  I shuffle body plop back on the bed.  I could faintly hear the echo mother's voice long ago...."Okay, who took a bite out of the cheese?"