Pass Out?

Four days was too long, and Drew ended up asleep on the bed, her exhaustion finally dominating her hunger as it dragged her off to sleep.

Her dreams were entirely reflective of what she wanted more than anything at that moment: Food. Bread dotted the ground like newly planted seeds, rivers of wine flowed down from mountains, the scent of grapes filling the air. Rows and rows of trees, trees made of candy canes, trees growing apples, pears. Finally, if she just turned around, she knew she'd find a delicious pile of fish, the scent tantalizing and making her mouth water. Raw and smoked, all just waiting for her to devour in an insta-

Her perfect food dream was violently interrupted as a flood of water rushed past the wine-rivers and smashed into her from nowhere, drowning her in an instant. Snapping awake, Drew found herself drenched, sputtering and shivering as water dripped from her hair. "F-f-fuck," she stammered, glancing left and right for a moment as she tried to identify the source of all evil. She was part cat! Water was her worst enemy, and anyone who wielded the dastard liquid would face her wrath!