Bitch Farm
The Next Day:
I had just woken up, but aside from the regular sleepiness, I feel fine. I push the quilt aside, before sitting up. Looking around. There it is, the water. I manage to walk over, pick it up and drink. Then I put the remainder down,where I had found it.
For a while I stand still, pondering. Then I go back to my bed. Sitting down. Looking around, looking at all the walls.
Just walls? A table with the water. There is the door, just where I thought I recalled it from the other day. As if a door would just decide to move? Or just disappear altogether?
There seems to be a mirror in the wall. At least, now it is. I can see a reflection, not what's behind it. Which would indicate, it is a mirror? Not that I mind. Makes no real difference to me. Even if you may find it convenient for me to see how I look?
Or it could as easily have been scary. Still doesn't bother me at the moment. It's a part of the door. There is no handle on the inside of the door.
I don't let this et in the way. For a moment longer, I remain still.
For a while I stand still, pondering. Then I go back to my bed. Sitting down. Looking around, looking at all the walls.
Just walls? A table with the water. There is the door, just where I thought I recalled it from the other day. As if a door would just decide to move? Or just disappear altogether?
There seems to be a mirror in the wall. At least, now it is. I can see a reflection, not what's behind it. Which would indicate, it is a mirror? Not that I mind. Makes no real difference to me. Even if you may find it convenient for me to see how I look?
Or it could as easily have been scary. Still doesn't bother me at the moment. It's a part of the door. There is no handle on the inside of the door.
I don't let this et in the way. For a moment longer, I remain still.