I am awoken in the middle of the night by a scary sound only to realise it's just my belly. My behaviour is an initial surprise, but not overt fear or concern, something akin to a frustrated: The hell is that racket? My belly is looking a bit big and bloated and it even moves slightly from what's happening inside, but I am not feeling any discomfort but the racket it's making is "otherworldly" and loud. I poke and touch it curiously, commenting on the noise. My mood has turned to a more matter of fact annoyance, perhaps hoping the issue will resolve by the morning. In the end I decide to go to the kitchen to find a pill.
