Maple Leaf : Waning

 

CHAPTER TWO

 William checked out his room, as though finding it interestingly, and saw how the rug was still similarly as shaggy and red as it had consistently been. After so long, he'd anticipated that the carpet should become tangled and lose shading, yet it was the cleanest thing in the room. His bed comprised of four boards of wood, every one around six inches wide and four and a half feet long. They were completely nailed to the substantial floor beneath the rug. On these boards were two sheets and one meager quill cushion, complete with a dainty case. 

The bed was not so great in any way shape or form. William was longer than the bed, which means a lot of his body, generally his legs and knees, would be off the end. He would decide to rest on the rug rather however the room was entirely little, to the point that a significant part of the space was taken up by the boards. William had a propensity for moving in his rest. He regularly ended up in strange, awkward situations between his bed and the work area. 

His work area was additionally dashed to the ground. All things inside the room were organized such that deliberately made life feel off kilter and steady. That way, William would never expect to figure out how to up to the opening or feel totally loose. Indeed, even the dull metal work area was simply a portion the size of your normal tabletop, just ascending around one foot off the ground from its legs to the completed end. 

There additionally was a store plate by the entryway, which was the place where food and drink were set. Three times each day, on days when he was not in a tough situation, he would be taken care of little partitions by Father. Father is the thing that he got a kick out of the chance to be called. He never endured another name. There was one day of the week that Father let William out of this room. William consistently considered that Sunday, which he learned of in Kindergarten some time before the occasions which drove him there had occurred. 

Sunday was consistently an exceptional day to William. A day when children would not need to go to class and many individuals would assemble in temples or have family social gatherings. William had no clue about what a large portion of these things really were. He had just sections of these recollections, which he addressed regularly. 

"Were they just dreams?" He'd contemplate. 

He was around five years of age in those days, he accepted. He would never make certain with regards to his present age. He just realized what Father would tell him. He felt like 35 however Father said he was 28. That theme was rarely raised a lot however it appeared to change in reply occasionally. Indeed, Sunday was an uncommon day, thus to him, that was his Sunday. His unique day. The day when he got to leave the room. 

Before the uneven entryway was additionally his waste pail. This, as well, was nailed to the substantial underneath and was just discharged by a siphon. The siphoning was finished by Father and would prompt some sort of machine. That was the most horrendous thing for William in the first place. The smell and embarrassment of it tormented him for quite a while. In the event that he were to at any point require bathroom tissue, William would need to beat on the entryway and request it. In some cases he would be told to utilize his shirt. In the end, William started to just not go, however long he could gather, to make sure he wouldn't need to be disillusioned once more. At that point however, it was not worth fretting over. 

William's garments were infrequently cleaned except if terribly unsanitary. His garments had changed intermittently throughout the long term, going from a dark pair of workout pants to worn, Levis. He favored the previous, as the pants could never fit very directly over his little midsection. After William grumbled enough, in any event, going through a lot of investigation from Father, he at last got running pants once more. However, his shirts consistently remained something similar. Plain, hardened, and dark. His feet and head stayed uncovered and clothing was not so much as a suspected to him, having not seen a couple since he was very youthful. 

He stood up leisurely, checking out the room attempting to start up a thought of how to dispose of the delightful leaf. He realized it was early morning and that tomorrow would be Sunday when Father would come in to look through the room and delivery him for some time. William additionally realized that one of the boards was somewhat farther away than the others, leaving a hole sufficiently huge for something dainty.