TWELVE : PORRIDGE

GIOVANNI

" H - how did y - you get in? The door is locked and how come I haven't heard any noise?! "

I asked her with confusion and uncertainty evident on my face.

And for the third time around, I saw her expression changed, from calm to confused. Her brows knitted, then she started speaking or I'd rather say explaining.

" How did I get in?

I opened the door and entered this room. It wasn't locked. Remember, I was the one who closed it. "

She tsked,

" Use your sense of common. A five year old kid can answer that simple question. "

Help me believe in her. Because, her reasons are believable, but my rational mind argues that it is illogical. She nearly fooled me, but she busted the chance by stating that, I am talking to myself. See? How come can she say that I was talking to myself, when I was just talking inside my mind?

I was pulled out of my train of thoughts when she placed a food tray on top of my lap. Then she spoked with her cold and dead voice again.

" Eat. I wouldn't be here