If I remembered what feelings were, mine might be hurt.

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Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning

My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)

If I remembered what feelings were, mine might be hurt.

[lilith-qliphah.livejournal.com]

Saturday January 16th, [Day 230]
Before the lightning

My slippers shuffle on the floor as I walk into the bedroom carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a plate of sandwiches for the grinning man in bed. I'm not sure how many tries it took me, but I finally got it right this time. I think. I'm not sure if the bread is supposed to turn black like that, but he said he likes it that way. He is really very sweet.

I knew he was sweet the morning I woke up and called him Adam and asked where my garden was. He told me his name is Jamie, but I could call him whatever I liked. I think he might love me because he said I was his and he would have to kill any man trying to steal me away. Those words should scare me, but somehow I found them to be very sweet. I didn't have time to think about it more because the food I was making suddenly burst into flames, which seems to happen a lot when I think about what he said. I don't think food is supposed to do that and when I mentioned it he just laughed and said it was alright and I'd learn in time. I don't think it was my fault but I just nodded and tried to eat the awful tasting food.

It was odd that I remembered that other name but not my own or anything else, like how I got here. Jamie has been calling me by names that I do not recognize, maybe that's a game we play? Setting the tray across his lap, I perch on the side of the bed, drawing my dressing gown closed as stare into the fire I lit in the fireplace. I'm good at starting fires and though the cold doesn't really bother me, I know he'll be asking me to take off the gown and feed him soon, like he has for the past few days. It just feels like the fire is trying to tell me something and I can't take my eyes off the dancing flames. Thunder rumbles off in the distance and the sound makes the blood run faster through my veins. I guess I must like storms.

(Closed)