Can food and Burst Lips
Slumping against a wall, of which I was still apprehensive; I sat down with my fingers clutched to a can of food. It was still, obviously, night. And there were still only a measly few light sources. So it was dark. Incredibly dark. Such that my eyes were almost useless in such a predicament. I couldn't even see the can of food in front of me.
How was I supposed to eat? I carried my nose to the can, and sniffed the scent up my nostrils. The scent was like fine art. It made me see colors and images. The only images I had seen since the sun sank. It smelled familiar. Perhaps they were pineappales. I loved pineapples a lot. Like, a lot. However, sour apples were much preferred.
I wasn't sure how pineapples were going to sate my long kept hunger. But, I couldn't resist the sweet scent for nothing. And besides, I had a small appetite to begin with. Though, I needed a spoon to eat the pineapple slices.