Meals
She eyed the bowl of rice in front of her suspiciously. There were bits of pickled radish in it. It was usually one of her favorites.
It had been more than a week since she had wanted to eat anything. She did it, of course, because she didn't want to have an idiot (herself) for a patient.
Her body showed no outward sign of her emotional stress. She wasn't sure if that was right or wrong. Stress responses should make a person ill. There was no one left to tell her.
There was no one left to show her the way back to her center, either.
It had been more than a week since she had wanted to eat anything. She did it, of course, because she didn't want to have an idiot (herself) for a patient.
Her body showed no outward sign of her emotional stress. She wasn't sure if that was right or wrong. Stress responses should make a person ill. There was no one left to tell her.
There was no one left to show her the way back to her center, either.