There had to be a way, right? This wasn´t just something inexplicable, it was... abnormal. Impossible. The thoughts that I had tried to suppress before were suddenly all I could focus on. Maybe there was an explanation? Maybe... Maybe there was a reason, or something that could make me understand why I had to live this way, and make it... worth living for.
   When the sun began to rise I finally got up, my legs were numb from sitting still for so long. Though I had not slept at all I didn´t feel tired. My body and brain just acted as if things were all right.
   I walked straight to the kitchen after a little nagging from my stomach, screeching for food. Glistening light rays shone through the blinds, forming a striped pattern on the kitchen table. The pattern dissappeared the second I rolled up the blinds. I set the table the way I always did. A carton of milk and cereal that most likely contained more sugar than anything else. At least that´s what my mother used to say when I was a kid and she swapped the cereal I had sneaked into the trolley for some wholegrain crap that tasted like paper. Well, now I could have my daily sugar. My place, my decision. I celebrated that fact with a full spoon, a perfect blend of milk and yellow loops.



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