M𝐢𝐧𝐝 O𝐯𝐞𝐫 M𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; e. pevensie

Flurries of Flares

{"All the lights aglow, Tokyo snows"}

       Someone visits me today. I know not of her name, but she is very pretty. She brings food, she does not talk. Should I be worried? I am not sure. She smells pretty as well, like fresh daisies, I think. The food is delicious, however small it may be. My body smiles at me, and I feel my energy being restored. I never knew broccoli was so splendid until I had not eaten in two weeks. Crazy, what being alone can do to you. But are we ever truly alone, even in somber silence? I think not. The fire is on in my fireplace, I think she put the wood in. My arms are far to weak at the moment, but even I know that I wouldn't have been able to do anything anyway. She looks so strong, like she's lived a thousand lives. 

       She leaves far too early. Not a word was spoken in our brief interaction. A nod, and hurried chewing was all the conversation there was. However, I sense she feels bad. I've no idea why, peculiar she is. 

       I worry she has been watching me, but the doors were locked, so how did she get in? Did she walk in with my cat? How is my cat getting in? Where is my cat?  

Where am I?