M𝐢𝐧𝐝 O𝐯𝐞𝐫 M𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫; e. pevensie

Snowy Hills Bring Snowy Bills.

{"And when the seasons change, Will you stand by me?"}

       London is cold. I think. I can't remember. I don't think I am in London anymore. But, wherever I am, it is cold. Is it supposed to be cold? I think my house's heating stopped. Did we ever have heating? Am I remembering that correctly?

       It's been three weeks. My cat came back. Now, she comes and goes. She looks healthy. I think maybe she is "hunting." That's what my mother said it was when she kept bringing mice to me. I do not understand it.

       I ate yesterday, my stomach is empty again. All the food is rotten, I do not know what to do. I stay in bed because I am confused. I stay in bed whenever I feel. Mad, rarely. Confused, often. Sad, I cannot tell. Am I going insane? I do not know. My cat purrs next to me. Today is one of the days she decides to stay. I cry. She feels warm.

       The window is foggy. I've been standing at it for two hours, looking. I see trees. There are no trees in London. Right? I figure this is odd, but I do not know what anything is anymore. 

Was my doctor right? Should I be worried?