I wake up to find a tray on my nightstand as has become customary, holding coffee and plain oatmeal like always and this time, a beautiful yellow flower. I smile, promising myself that someday, when this doesn’t hurt so badly, I’ll thank the omega that goes through the trouble to brighten my morning every day.
I eat more today, still not all, but more and fall fast asleep again. When I wake up again, I find lunch waiting for me. I don’t know how they manage to slip in and out without waking me, but I find that I want to meet the wolf who keeps trying to feed me, even though I’ve not been the most kind about it.
The additional food that I ate today has provided me with enough energy to stay awake longer, which would seem like a good thing, but I’m just plagued with my thoughts. Why
