"Jo, did you eat breakfast?" my mom asked me.
I looked at the clock. I'd been out of bed for an hour and not even thought about food. "Oh, whoops. Nope. I forgot," i laughed. And it was the truth. "Ana, how did i do that?" i whispered to the wraith by my side.
She hugged me. "I have no idea, sweetie. Usually you're obsessing over food, planning breakfast before you even go to bed. But i like this much better."
I nodded. "Me too." I popped two pieces of wheat bread into the toaster. Yuck, scritch-scratchy toast...
"No butter," Ana warned.
"Wouldn't dream of it," i replied. Again, it was the truth. It was so strange that i didn't even want to eat anything. Usually i wanted to eat everything. My stomach growled. It wanted to eat, but i didn't. I liked it.
Ana kissed my cheek as i choked down the dry toast.
"Why am i eating this?" i asked her.
"Because it's all you'll eat all day."
"True enough. I want to run."
Ana looked at me as if i'd just sprouted horns. "You what?"
"I want to run," i repeated.
"Well, damn, it's about time!"
And we went downstairs to dust off the poor, abandoned treadmill.