“Reed, are you asleep?”
“…”
“Looks like he’s asleep.”
“…”
“Sleep well. Have sweet dreams.”
Time passed.
“Reed, wake up. It’s time for dinner. I’ve made some stew.”
It felt like I’d only closed my eyes for a moment, but the sky outside was already dark. The smell of her cooking brought back that intense hunger, and I went to the table without a word.
After filling my stomach, sleepiness washed over me again. I don’t even remember when or how I fell asleep.
“Reed, it’s morning. Let’s eat. I’ve prepared a simple salad and yogurt.”
Already? It was hard to believe, but the window was bright. Still half-asleep, I filled my empty stomach and lay back down on the bed.
“Reed, you should eat lunch before sleeping. The menu is clam chowder and a new meat pie. It’ll be delicious, right?”
By now, my sense of time was a complete mess, but it didn’t surprise me. I ate and lay down again.
“Reed, it’s dinner…