After a few moments of searching, I grabbed what felt to be a half-gallon jug of milk from the top shelf and shut the fridge. In the darkness of the kitchen, the starlight coming in through the windows wasn’t enough to allow me to determine the expiration date, only that the plastic jug had a heftiness to it that made it seem as if it was mostly full. I spun open the lid and raised the tip of the jug to my nose. A cautious sniff told me that it hadn’t gone bad yet.
I raised the milk jug to my lips and took the slightest of sips. As much as I wanted to chug it down, I couldn’t leave any evidence that I had snuck out to the kitchen.