Today's OneWord: Anchor

I was firmly anchored now, my boots practically glued to the floor, as I pushed aside the now empty platter where the entire pizza had lain. Pounds upon pounds of meat, cheese, and bread, and I could feel myself becoming heavier and heavier on the inside. On the outside, however, I was still the same - wiry, almost gaunt. I was trying to nourish myself. I was failing.

"Beer?"

"Yes," I said. "A pitcher."