Elián;
The food smells good.
And that's part of the problem… Majorly, the problem.
I thought my baby loves food, but today, I can't bring myself to even crave what's before me.
I don't know if it's because my mind is all over the place, but I just don't fucking feel good enough to eat!!
My mind keeps circling Alana and Asa, and it's affecting everything else.
The scent of the meal curls thickly around the table.
It's warm, heavy, and clinging so tightly to my senses that my stomach twists in protest.
I stare down at the tray, and my face scrunches. The aroma of spiced grains and roasted meat wafts arrogantly in the air. And underneath it all, there's the scent of something sweet.
I need food. I know I do. The usual me would be halfway through my plate by now, but instead, I'm just staring at my meal.
My spoon trembles faintly between my fingers as I lift it, then I pause halfway to my mouth. There's a tight, uncomfortable pressure low in my stomach.
