And so another day alone began. His first fifteen minutes he just sat down in front of the door, then next to it and fell asleep right there, then going to the kitchen for a glass of water and then he went into the young man's room, for a quick bed and lied down in there.
He didn't know for how long did he sleep, but he woke up tugging onto his stomach and his abdomen in general, screeching and curling up into a fetal position, bursting out in tears almost instantly, and jolting softly, it hurt like hell, it was almost unbearable, and it was also something he didn't see coming...
It was after all because he was this. .. self.
His eye lids opened up after who knows how long and it was already fully afternoon outside the window but it was still cold. He stood up and noticed that the pain was gone at last and somehow he also seemed to notice that he was awfully hungry, so he just paced to the kitchen and took out the dish that had been left for him and warmed it in the microwave, standing in front of it for a while before taking it out and going to the couch to eat his lunch. Leaving the plate there and just watching TV on the couch.
6 different positions later he noticed himself feeling desperately bored, so he just curled up and fell asleep yet once more.