Trapped

Isolation

Addison
When i wake up, it is noon. My face is squashed up against my moist pillow. I can hear my poor mother weeping quietly in the next room. A pitcher of water and a sandwitch has been placed on my shiny bedside table.

I try picking at my sandwitch. The bread is new and fresh, however it oddly tastes stale. Swallowing is as impossible as flying, and a small lump forms in my throat. I sip some water to dampen my throught, however my tongue is still as dry as sandpaper.

Later
I still havnt eaten. My stomach is growling. About once every hour, i take a nibble out of my sandwitch about the size of a grain of sand. My mother is still weeping. I sit hunched in the corner facing the wall, my head resting on my knees. A sudden bang comes from my mothers room.

Turning round to face the direction of her room, i spot Ivorys empty bed and i collapse into the pit of lonliness my mother has been confined in for so long.