Being owned – Part 18
Another endless morning. It was even longer since I had gotten up after my nightmare. Keith had brought breakfast as usual and left. I had ignored it. Maybe later I would eat. For now I was content with being curled up on the sofa and staring at the TV. The DVD I had chosen earlier had finished some time ago and only the menu showed on the screen but I didn’t get up to change it. Neither did I reach for the remote to restart. Just now my brain was comfortingly blank and I didn’t want to change that. “You okay?” Keith voice made me jump. I hadn’t even noticed him entering the room. It was dark outside. Where had the day gone? But if Keith was here it would mean my owner wouldn’t come. …