Голодные игры

           Withtheaidoftheglasses,Iliewatchingthedripsofwatersplatteronthecavefloor.Rhythmicandlulling.Severaltimes,Idriftoffbrieflyandthensnapawake,guiltyandangrywithmyself.Afterthreeorfourhours,Ican’thelpit,IhavetorousePeetabecauseIcan’tkeepmyeyesopen.Hedoesn’tseemtomind.

           "Tomorrow,whenit’sdry,I’llfindusaplacesohighinthetreeswecanbothsleepinpeace,"IpromiseasIdriftoff.

           Buttomorrowisnobetterintermsofweather.ThedelugecontinuesasiftheGamemakersareintentonwashingusallaway.Thethunder’ssopowerfulitseemstoshaketheground.Peeta’sconsideringheadingoutanywaytoscavengeforfood,butItellhiminthisstormitwouldbepointless.Hewon’tbeabletoseethreefeetinfrontofhisfaceandhe’llonlyendupgettingsoakedtotheskinforhistroubles.HeknowsI’mright,butthegnawinginourstomachsisbecomingpainful.

           Thedaydragsonturningintoeveningandthere’snobreakintheweather.Haymitchisouronlyhope,butnothingisforthcoming,eitherfromlackofmoney-everythingwillcostanexorbitantamount-orbecausehe’sdissatisfiedwithourperformance.Probablythelatter.I’dbethefirsttoadmitwe’renotexactlyrivetingtoday.Starving,weakfrominjuries,tryingnottoreopenwounds.We’resittinghuddledtogetherwrappedinthesleepingbag,yes,butmostlytokeepwarm.Themostexcitingthingeitherofusdoesisnap.

           I’mnotreallysurehowtorampuptheromance.