Twenty One

Shortly after I was done eating the noodles, I nudged back to bed. Eventually, I woke up around 7:30 in the morning. I expected that the room service would come around and I would take hold of the opportunity to sneak out of the hotel.

I was cautious from the time that I woke up till noon and nobody came. I refused to switch on the television so I could hear steps at once. As I didn't see anybody I concluded that it must be Jack's order. On second thought, I assumed it might be how the hotel operates.

Though, the wardrobe has over five bed covers for change and three large blankets. I made an effort to dial Mr. Jack's number but it was not going through. I went to the kitchen to make tea and scrambled eggs and took four loaves of bread. The kitchen has everything one needs to survive for a month even.

I can eat as I want, watch the television, sleep and wake at anything but my movement is limited to this room only, here is no different from a prison. You don't need to commit a grievo