Food, I realize dazedly. He keeps food in there. For…me? My eyes flutter closed as a fresh wave of tears finds me, and I burrow back into the pillows. This blanket is so warm, and the bed is so soft, and there’s food nearby so I’m not going to starve. Safe. I feel safe. It’s the last thought that flutters across my mind before I drift off, finding sleep easily for once in my life.
