Eating in captivity: Day 11 of the Freewrite Party Contest
This is part 11 of my freewrite series for the 200 Day Freewrite Party Contest.
The familiarity of the scene struck me. I searched for memories but they wouldn't come. It felt like they were just out of my reach like a glass on the top shelf of the kitchen cabinet.
Experimentally I tried moving my legs more deliberately. I felt whatever force was holding them grow tighter with each movement so I stopped. Instead I looked around the rest of the room.
The wall I faced was made of glass, but beyond it was just more white walls. There was no obvious door, but I knew that someone would enter to my left - eventually.
Strangely I felt calm about being there. I knew I was in no danger, though I didn't know how I knew. I also knew I was hungry. My stomach rumbled in agreement.
Just then part of the wall to my left slid aside. A small humanoid creature entered carrying a tray with some sort of food on it.
We're happy to know you still have an appetite, I heard in my head. The creature looked up at me expectantly and held out the tray. Its eyes and tone of voice - the one in my head - were kind and caring.
I took the tray and ate.
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