Somewhere

Serena looked down at the food in front of her, a beautiful spread of dishes made by her brother's chef, and felt nothing but frustration. Everything looked perfect—the warm bread, colorful salads, and rich soups—but none of it appealed to her. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing, something she really wanted but couldn't remember.

The harder she tried to figure it out, the more annoyed she became. What was it? Why couldn't she remember? The craving sat heavy in her chest, making her stomach twist with unease. She hated the feeling, hated how it ruined what should have been an enjoyable meal.

With a deep sigh, she pushed her chair back and stood. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor made her wince, but she didn't care. One last glance at the table made her feel even more unsettled. She wasn't sure why, but it felt wrong, like she was supposed to enjoy this and couldn't.