21: Like shadows

*Cathwulf*

The morning light seeps through the cracks in the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I stir, the remnants of a restless sleep clinging to me like cobwebs. My body protests as I push myself up, a dull ache settling in my muscles… a reminder of yesterday’s emotional upheaval.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, my feet brushing against the cool floor. A weary sigh escapes my lips as I shuffle to the kitchen, my stomach growling like a feral beast demanding sustenance. Cooking has always been my solace, a way to reclaim a semblance of normalcy amidst the chaos.

I rummage through the sparse cupboards until I find a couple of eggs, some stale bread, and a half-open jar of jam. It’s not much, but it’ll do. As I crack the eggs into the sizzling pan, the sound of them hitting the hot surface is satisfying, a small victory in the grand scheme of things. I flip the toast, the golden-brown perfection a brief source of comfort.

The aroma drifts through the apar