***100 words (Hour Seven)***

Empty conference rooms (cont.)

…I looked around. No, I walked around the maze that was our living quarters nine hours a day. No one, I thought, returning to the conference room. I shut the door and plunged into darkness.

Ugh, I though as I sat in the nearest chair. Where’d they buy these? From a school. The next chair wasn’t much better. As I sat in it, I looked around. My eyes had by then grown accustomed to the darkness. I spotted the one lone executive chair on the other side of the room. Quietly I rolled it against the wall. (Which I needed to keep my head up.) I sat in the chair.

Ah, perfect.

Well, not absolutely perfect. I discovered the back of the chair just high enough so I couldn’t put my head against the wall without nearly bending my neck backwards. An idea struck me. I repositioned the chair sideways and discovered I could rest the side of my head against the wall without developing a crick in my neck.

Ah, I thought as sleep finally overtook me. The room—and, later, another smaller one—would now serve their purposes.

I slept, and would follow this habit every day when everyone was gone.


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