There was no way for me to keep track of the time, no way for me to know how many days had passed, how many nights I had spent sleeping instead of awake. It was something that because so routinely normal that it was impossible for me to keep track of how often I was doing it.
And essentially, in doing so, I lost track of how long I had been missing in the human world.
I often found myself wondering whether or not someone had realised that something had happened to me, or whether they were all simply going about their business and pretending that nothing had happened. I knew that it would be practically impossible for them to carry on normally without realising that something had happened to me, especially considering the big role that I played with the cafe.
But I wasn’t stupid.