STARVED TO LIFE (Original, Work in Progress) (Day 1, Day 2, and Day 3: Hour 1-2)

This is a story I've been writing a bit at a time, mostly posting on discord servers. 
I've compiled all the previous chapters so I can continue posting it here

It's about two people from a small town experiencing a famine and trying to figure out how to feed their people before the big yearly feast happens.

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STARVED TO LIFE
DAY 3: HOUR 1-2

Grivolio woke up from that couch with itchy fabric and itchy back and itchy shoulders. He got up with his thin woolen blanket wrapped around himself, his hands covering opposite shoulders. The dark view of nature and the sound of wind brushing past outside and the smell of wood gave Grivolio some peace after all he had seen.

The relief after fear is tragically comforting. Grivolio’s mind didn’t need to be weighed down by instinct and could try to understand something. The famine, seeing that fisherman die before his eyes, seeing the foul bodies rotting at Woodhome, being strangled by plant-eaters for trying to survive. He saw himself do nothing but panic or hold still. Not to fight or fly, but to freeze.

He began to feel tired again, and went to back to lay down at that couch. He carefully rested his palm, then his knee, then his elbow, and gently rest himself on those itchy cushions again to not let that couch squeak. Then, Grivolio’s eyes slid down.