For the next few days, I was not provided with any food. The person that served me food was... a .......
I don't remember that being because I didn't saw it but I just know that I was provided food to live and stay alive. I don't know how and why?
I looked again at the fallen key which now seemed more closer to me than before.
My brain said to me to pick it up and my heart said to me just stay where I was there was nowhere to go from here. Both continued their respective arguments.
It seemed a car chase between my brain and heart and the who would win would be the one I would listen to.
Another day past and still with nothing to fill my stomach with.