Crumbs

The breadcrumbs marked his trail from the kitchen to his bed, though no steps sounded when he moved his feet. Nobody saw his face, though they knew he stirred in silence. His imaginary needs went unmet. Four in an hour wasn’t enough. Caffeine, somehow, didn’t make a difference in his blood. Still, he stared, waiting, from his room.

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