Cimorene wrote:
Marie had been standing by the wall, eating her piece of fruit while she listened to the others talking. At one point she moved towards the table again to pick up another piece of food, this time a bun. It was soft and had just the right amount of sweetness in it. What the others talked about sparked something inside of her. She had no memories of anything but this place. This was her life. It would be foolish to think there was something else, just a meaningless dream. But Marie was a dreamer. Dreaming was how she had survived so far. She had often dreamed of a world with fresh airs, trees and colours. One thing she had never really thought about was how she knew what those things were, it was probably just something she had made up and named in the dreams. But now she thought about it, she thought she had seen some of the food on the table in one of the dreams. The smell of the bun in her hand was vaguely familiar somehow, but she had no idea where she had smelled it before. Or how she even knew it was called a bun - the food she usually got was porridge or some kind of stew.
She finally sat down in one of the chairs, deciding that if the people in this room was going to do something to her they would either have done it already and if not, sitting down wouldn't make a difference, but she was tired of standing. Her eyes were still on Alexander as he talked, but she also cast a few glances at the latest boy to arrive. He looked scared out of his mind, and she felt kind of sorry for him. He probably wasn't a doctor, they never showed any emotion. She looked back at Alexander. "The only unusual thing I've noticed in a while is this," she said in answer to his question.