Just Sleeping

"My relationship with food hasn't been good since I was a child."She spoke, her voice tinged with sadness.

Her words seemed to hang in the air, the pain and hurt evident in her tone. It was clear that she had struggled with this issue for a long time,

He listened intently, his eyes softening with sympathy. He could see the pain and hurt in her expression, and it tugged at his heartstrings. He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he knew that she needed to speak her truth in her own time. He kept his hands in his lap, his body language open and receptive, waiting for her to continue.

She spoke quietly, her head down as she confessed her feelings. "I just don't like food that much," she said, her words simple and direct. 

There was a hint of vulnerability in her voice, as if she was afraid of being judged for not liking one of the basic necessities of life.