[published in Dwelling, 22/06/2021]
It was 3am when I closed my laptop and realised that I hadn’t eaten since that morning.
It wasn’t that I felt the hunger – there was no dull ache, no physical reminder – but rather it occurred to me that I hadn’t spoken to anyone since Phil that morning, when he’d asked me how I’d slept, and I’d slept fine, and he’d slept fine, and he had to go to work now so have a good day and I’d gone back to my room and booted up my laptop and somehow then it was dark and then 3am and that was that.
Zoë Wells // Writer Editor Translator 