Morning

Although you drink your tea and eat your food like any other morning, you tell me that the food isn't the same. You say there's no taste at all, that the food just seems to dissolve into ashes. How peculiar.

Later Morning

You work without caring like any other day, yet you tell me, as I place your tea and cake upon the mahogany desk, that as much as you do, you feel as though there isn't any purpose at all in the piles of sheets. How peculiar.

Afternoon

Like always, I teach you your daily lessons, yet I can see your lack in interest. As I ask you if you're feeling alright, you look up from your textbook and tell me you feel as though you don't understand anything I say. How peculiar.

Late Afternoon

The later hours of the afternoons are usually the time when you take your naps in that chair that hides you completely, but as I come to your office to collect you, because I'm sure being in a chair is uncomfortable, I see that you're awake and tending to the pointless work. You tell me you feel as though sleeping right now would waste too much of the day. How peculiar.

Evening

Once more, I bring your tea and cake before dinner. I tell you that someone would like to see you. You tell me that you wish to not see anyone. You feel as though you'll only feel depressed and anti-social by being in someone else's presence. How peculiar.

Late Evening

Your dinner is ready. You sit in the dining room and at the lonely table with all the choices of pastries, salads, and meats. You don't want to eat. You say you feel full. How peculiar.

Night

Your bath, which is surrounded by red and white candles and a scent of both mint and cinnamon, has been prepared. You say you do not to bathe. You tell me that scene is depressing and repulsive. How peculiar.

Midnight

You wake with a start. Your bed seems to be drenched. You open your eyes, your sight not used to the darkness quite yet. You look around you, thinking your sheets are red. You feel as though you have been sleeping in blankets of blood. You crying, so childish, as you cling to my arm that's wrapped around your waist. How lovely.

"Why are you so scared? You're only dead."