Dear diary

Good morning.

There’s definitely people watching us.

I still don’t know who, and I still don’t know why, but I definitely know they’re there.

I know because the plate was replaced.

Six new slices of bread.

Bigger cup filled with water, still plastic.

I think the cube of butter is the same, but I might be mistaken.

It’s weird, this little butter cube. It’s almost like an actual perfect cube, not like it was cut off from some butter willy-nilly. Am I overthinking?

I might be overthinking…

I’m going to have breakfast first. I’ll need a strong meal if I want to look around again.