The coldness of the polished cell floor of seeps through my jeans.

The roof is glass so I can see the stars.

The columns of marble engorging me in this place.

I see Orion

And cancer

And Leo.

…

Enough about about this place!!!!!

I NEED FOOD!!!

But I can’t I keep forgetting about my plan…

I’ll bite the hand that feeds me so maybe I’ll starve.

I sit there and stare at my 26 plates of food

That means 26 drumsticks

About 5 pounds of Mac and cheese

And 2 liters of milk

And 6 bread rolls!!!!!

I can’t take it anymore!!!!!!

I gorge into the food and when I’m finished I wake up … chewing my pillow.

My sister standing in the door with confusion on her face.

“What the heck was that?”