บท 138: Another shot-?

The lady left some warm soup on my table and left for work or so I thought but considering how it was nearly afternoon, she probably just went out for a walk or something. I was home alone and had more time to think and experiment.

Despite there being utterly nothing in my bowels, I actually didn't have much of an appetite. Or so I thought. The moment the soup touched my mouth, it was as though my senses exploded; my mouth watered, stomach rumbled and churned. It wasn't bland, and it wasn't cold and….

Food.

Tears streamed.

Lately, I kept getting overly emotional. I suppose I was too used to being a skeleton devoid of emotions. So, when I got a real body back, I was a wreck.