I Fell In Love With My Kidnapper.

Chapter 11.

He woke up earlier than me. I felt scared. But at the same time, I hoped he would make breakfast. I got out of his bed. I shook the sheets, and laid the sheets on the bed, and then folded the top, then putting pillows. I walked out, going to the kitchen. He wasn't there.
But breakfast was. He made me a plate of eggs, 3 stacks on pancakes, sausage, and bacon, with a side of orange juice.
I wonder where he was. But I sat in the chair, and pushed in my chair. I started off with the scrambled eggs. So good.
Inside was a white cheese. My favorite, how could he have known?
I looked up on the wooden table, there was a post it.
it read, "Hey, I'm at work, should be back at @3pm, make yourself at home."

make myself at home? make myself at home. making myself home. right...
i just continually ate my breakfast. Everything tasted so.. so.. remarkable.
With flavors, so good, it was heaven in my mouth, but it was just a regular American breakfast.

I looked at the ceiling,
it was bumpy, and popcorn textured. I decided to look around his home, since there was sunlight out.

I chewed slowly, to taste all the flavors.
Took a sip of orange juice.

I stood up, went to the bathroom. Looked at myself in the mirror.
i am missing. a kidnapper took me. and I'm fine with that...
what's the matter with me?

I figured to let my feelings take over everything.