The food

Dazed, I stared out into the night. Reaching through the bars, wishing they didn't exist, I touched the window frame, the warm glass. The scene was so quiet and difficult to identify; the moon is nowhere to be seen. I wonder if it's because of this inert, dark landscape that he's allowed me out tonight - there's no telling where the hell I am. Maybe I'm just three blocks from where I live, or I'm in a completely different country. That thought tormented me, Mexico is so close to California, yet so far away from any hope of being saved. Eric's voice broke into my thoughts, "Are you hungry?" he said from behind me, far behind.

I didn't look back at him, just absorbed in my shadow outside, distracted by everything. I managed to say, "Something like that".

“Well, that 'kind of' is a yes or no question. I would be very grateful if you could answer more clearly, and face me when you talk.” I took my eyes off the window and looked at him. He put a big smile on his face again. It was that s