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Chapter 9
I woke up, and sweat poured down my face.
The sheets were wet, humid and sticky. I liked my sheets clean and fresh.
“Yuck,” I muttered to myself, as I pulled away the wet sheets. I felt better, and then I remembered everything – from the cage and rotten bars to Sarina. Was it all a dream?
No. It couldn’t have been. It felt so real. Even her wrists still hurt.
“Oh Aurora! How long have you been awake?” Elenore asked as she walked through the door, destroying my train of thought.
“Not very long,” I replied, and yawned to prove it.
“Did you sleep well?” She asked, looking concerned as her eyes swept over the bed. “Yea, fine,” I lied. No way in hell was I going to tell her what had happened.
An hour or so later, a nurse came in with breakfast. Finally, I was going to be able to have my crumpets! Something to look forward to.
I uncovered the lid, and instead of the beautiful crumpets I imagined, there was a bowl full of porridge. Porridge, of all things!
“Umm excuse me,” I said, just as the nurse was about to walk out, “I’m sure I ordered crumpets, so why do I have porridge?”
The nurse replied, “We must have run out, so sorry,” and walked out before I could say anymore.
I turned and faced the horrible porridge I was to eat. It was grey, and lumpy, and looked like something you would use to paper Mache something with.
I pushed a spoonful of the horrid stuff into my mouth.
As soon as the spoon passed my lips, an explosion of flavour burst throughout my mouth.
I ate the first bowl of porridge – ever. That’s quite an achievement. I even asked for more, but the nurse said I had ‘had enough’.
Instead of dwelling on the mysterious comments everyone had been giving me, I turned on the T.V. Not even 10 minutes later, I turned it off again. Day time T.V sucks.
After a while of staring off into space day dreaming, I asked Elenore if I could go for a walk; I was feeling much better.
Instead of answering me, she walked out, probably to the nurses’ office. Five minutes later, I heard shouting, and then, a very pale Elenore returned into the room.
“The nurse says you can’t get up yet, you still need a few more days to strengthen.”
I sighed. “Can I go to sleep then?” I asked, faking a yawn. She nodded, and sat back down, reading the paper that was on the bedside table.
Even though I had awoken only hours ago, sleep swept over me.