I should head home now.
Yeah, the time has come, and I really should go back. I find myself wandering down a cold and dreary street in the early morning, feeling cold and hungry. How can I describe it? It's like being a sheet of paper, floating on cold water in a tub. The sensation of hunger slowly seeps through me just as the cold water would creep over the paper. Gosh, my imagination becomes particularly acute when I'm hungry. A full stomach, …