Leftovers

Kristofer
Ever dream about something that actually happens? A memory you’d tried to repress?
I dreamt of the day my mother tried to stop me from eating so much. It relaxes me. I’d told her.
Read a book. Draw a picture…anything!
You just don’t understand it.
Don’t I?
No. You’re obsessed with dieting…
Perhaps because I want to get to a comfortable weight.
You mean what other people say is a comfortable weight. She’d stopped prompting me once she say how unhappy it had made me.
Sometimes I wonder if she’s right. Afterall, I haven’t stepped out of the house in two years. When I was ten, they took me out of school because of teasing.
I woke up in a sweat and ate the leftovers.

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