Washed out.

Sam wasn't sleepy anymore. She got up and quietly left the room.

Back in the living room, she tried to take stock of her mental state. She definitely didn't feel any of the raw, intense emotions or abrupt shifts in her thought patterns that had characterized the previous day.

So what did she feel? She stared at a piece of abstract art on Jake's living room wall. Not much, honestly. She sat down quietly and folded her hands in her lap.

She should be experimenting, but that burning curiosity had left her. Apathy, she thought. That's the word for what I'm feeling.

Summoning her willpower, she walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She shifted dishes around till she found what she was looking for. She sniffed a jalapeno disinterestedly, then popped the whole thing in her mouth, stem and all.

Chewing on it, she felt a very mild burning sensation. It wasn't like a mild pepper, though. It was like a wet rag was wrapped around her tongue and only a little bit of the juice was reaching her.

Sam looked around and noticed the room was blurry. She reached up and discovered hot tears and snot running down her face. It occurred to her that this was because of the pepper, which she had never swallowed. She gulped it down and felt a little tickle in her esophagus.

Sam knew she should experiment more, but she didn't feel like it. She didn't feel like much of anything. She got a paper towel and blew her nose, then splashed water on her face. She walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch with her hands folded in her lap. She stared at the wall.