18
More of the Same
Samuel was smiling over me as my eyes fluttered open. I looked up and saw the smooth clean ceiling painted an immaculate white, with a small-but-elegant crystal and gold chandelier hanging delicately from the ceiling. “It’s time for you to get up.” And the next thing I knew I was on my feet, stepping around my tiny cubicle of a condo and into the shower.
“Samuel, why don’t I shower when I get home?” I asked him.
“We shower for hygiene purposes, so we don’t smell.”
“Sure, I know that.”
“When you get home, you actually are not around anyone. All you have to do is get undressed and get into the chair.”
“Oh, but if I am showering now, why wouldn’t I shower then?”
Samuel smiled. “That’s simple. When you get home you want to eat, you want to be entertained.”
“Yes.”
