>>9090227As the evening drew near, the Undertaker sat in his armchair, scrolling through the endless abyss of his Facebook feed. He had lost track of time, and the clock's steady tick-tock echoed through the silence of the room. The sun had set, and the sky outside was a deep blue, streaked with red and orange.
A sense of lethargy had taken hold of him, and the thought of venturing outside was uninviting. His mind wandered aimlessly, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts. The room was quiet, save for the murmur of the television in the background.
As the hours slipped away, the Undertaker realized that he needed to eat. The prospect of cooking was unappealing, and he searched through his freezer for something to satisfy his hunger. His hand brushed against the cold, smooth surface of a frozen pizza, and he knew that this would be his meal.
He placed the pizza in the oven, and the smell of baking dough and cheese wafted through the air. He sat down at the table, his eyes fixed on the pizza as it cooked, watching as the cheese melted and bubbled.
When the pizza was ready, he cut it into slices, the crust crispy and golden. As he ate, he savored each bite, relishing the simple pleasure of a good meal. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and the Undertaker felt content in the moment, knowing that sometimes the simplest choices can bring the greatest satisfaction.
