Woah.

Randy walked in the next morning, calm and happy, sleep still barely visible in his eyes. Good, he really was asleep last night. After I returned to the bedroom I couldn't sleep, worried that maybe he had been pretending, and that when he woke up this morning Randy would.. Well, I don't really know what he would do to punish me.. No one had ever misbehaved, and no one ever needed to be punished, so I don't know what happens when someone is bad. I didn't want to be the first to find out. He walked over to the bell, and rang it twice. Time to train. I pretended to be sleepy still, as I stood up and walked to Randy to collect my morning meal. Eggs as always. I reached out to grab them, making sure my hand wrapped around to the other side of the bowl so I could make it look like an accident when my hand brushed his. The second I touched his skin I was overwhelmed with a feeling of longing. Of loneliness, and of sadness. I had never felt anything like it. Often times when I read Randy's emotions they didn't match that always present smile he wore on his face. Still, this was a stronger feeling than ever before and it surprised me how well it was hidden. I always make it a priority to read at least on person every day. It gives me something to wonder about. The others probably think I'm strange for always brushing past them when walking, or touching their finger tips whenever I get the chance. I don't think any of them can read people like I can. Maybe I would find out differently if I told someone about my ability, but I'm not going to take the risk. I don't trust them.