Why don’t I feel anything?

What’s wrong with me?

Why doesn’t it hurt?

I stare, unblinking.

Someone nudges me.

I give a blank smile.

Like a dead fish in a water bowl.

Glassy eyed and without feeling.

What is this?

This dull ache within.

This small light shining

At the end of the tunnel.

“Rylee?”

I jump and run a hand through my hair.

“Yeah?”

I wipe my face and smile sadly again.

“Are you okay?”

Someone touches my shoulder.

“Yeah.”

I smile again, this time tighter.

My hands shake as I reach for my untouched food and wrap it. It’s so cold in here, the TV buzzes in the corner of the restaurant with the news.

I exhale.

“I’m okay.”