One hundred and twenty Nine

The housekeeper knocked on Jasmine’s door and only then did she stand up from her bed. It had been five days since got the room but didn't order anything. She hasn't been able to eat or drink from thinking over and over again.

“Yes?” Jasmine asked.

“The housekeeper, do you need your room cleaned?” The voice sounded behind the door. Jasmine looked around the room, she hadn't touched anything hence nothing was scattered.

“No.” She replied and then the housekeeper left. Sighing, she ran her hair in her hair and went to sit on the couch. She had cried so much that tears weren't coming out of her eyes anymore. Her immune system felt weak probably because she hadn't eaten anything in many days.

Finally, they called the kitchen. The telephone was already on the reading table and instructions were placed and numbers for each section were written on a paper next to it. Jasmine ordered some food, and she was starving. The hunger only came after she left her bed and faced reality again. She