The bright lights came pulsating on with a dull hum.
“Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey!” Shouted a voice over the intercom.
This was the traditional method of a wake-up call that Robert employed. His energy is too high for the morning. If that’s really what it was. The room had no windows to give us a true feeling of sunlight. Just the dull hum of incandescent lights.
The door to my bedroom opened up.
“Get up; it’s your shift in ten minutes,” Larry said as he walked into the bedroom and climbed into the upper bunk.
I wiped my arm over my eyes and pulled myself into a sitting position. The feeling of grogginess still fogged my brain. I slipped my foot into my dirty tennis shoes. The back of the right one caught my heel ever so slightly as the plastic had broken a long time ago, and I
