Chapter Nine
Morning arrives with a peek at the sun shining in the bedroom window. I bolt from bed, restless and uncomfortable. It’s not a very good mattress, but it’s certainly more comfy than my bed in the barn. Still, it’s not mine, and it’s not right, just as the clothes aren’t right, and nothing feels right as the day brings back the memories of my last twenty-four hours.
I do my morning business… though I refrain from using the upstairs bathroom. Again, it’s not right that I invade the master’s private spaces. Instead, I tear off for the washroom behind the kitchen—a rare luxury after having been forced to use the crude latrine behind the barn. Having shunned the clothes Benjamin gave me to wear, I exit naked, running smack into the master himself.
“Oops, I’m so sorry.” I stumble
