"How are you feeling?" You walked into the room.
I sat up and smiled. I could smell mashed potatoes. "Hungry," I replied.
"Great, because we have your favourite today!" You exclaimed, placing a spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth. "How is it?"
I took the spoon out of my mouth and felt around for the bowl of mashed potatoes. You quickly placed it in my fumbling hand. After devouring it, I replied satisfyingly, "There's something different about the mashed potatoes here."
You laughed and said, "I could tell."
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Short StoryAt 00:00, Cinderella ran away from her prince, leaving a glass slipper on the marbled steps of the grand staircase. At 00:00, I ran away from him. Unlike Cinderella, I didn't leave a single thing behind. © sonderingly
