Set the table, sat on the chair Blueberry found herself.
A vague shape of a clear dish could be seen in front of her.
It wasn't that it didn't end, it's that every time it did, she felt how another one was served the moment she would stand up from the table.
"Aren't you going to eat? You haven't had anything."
One of the familiar voices always said this when she intended to leave the table.
With a familiar mumble Blueberry replies.
"I don't feel like eating."
Her slender figure denied these words silently.
She returned to her room with an unsatisfied stomach that didn't scream but just kept as a reminder of her existence.
"I must be half alive if I'm half hungry."