“Ready to go Miss Thomas?” The voice of the middle aged man came having me nearly jump up. I had totally forgotten he had ever been in the room. What was an hour felt like a day to me, only if the day could end right there so I could lay in bed and sing a song for him wishing the wind could carry it to him. I bit my lip, turning around to face the man.
“Yes sir, sorry.” I said back, my hands running down my dress as I took a deep breath and began moving. We walked out of the door and around the facility. The guards checked us out and we got our belongings back.
My hands wrapped around my body as I stepped out of the door with the cold wind not wasting time on me. It had been so warm inside I had forgot how cold it actually was outside.
“I have a few papers for you Miss Thoma
