Update 5

 I got home a an hour ago…

coffee was fine.
cody was normal.
i was normal.

i took my shoes off at the door.
sat down. turned the tv on.
didn’t even make it through the intro.

i had to run to the bathroom.

i threw up. no warning.
nothing tasted wrong.
nothing smelled wrong.
i wasn’t nervous. i wasn’t sick.

when i came back out, the tv was still on.
the house was quiet.

not calm. just… waiting.

i sat back down anyway.

i don’t know why my body reacted like that.
i don’t know why it happened right after i got home.

i don’t like that it only happened here.

— edwin

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