Dark

She was here again, in a place she didn’t want to be, but where she always kept returning.  All around her everything looked and felt exactly as it always had, and she couldn’t tell if she found it startling because she felt partly different, or because she felt partly the same.

Somewhere else, somebody starved to death.

She wasn’t sure if she was there because she wanted to be, or because she needed to be.  But she was there, and so it was.