Aurora
Luke hasn’t woken from his injuries yet, but I feel obligated to try and sneak down to the medical wing as best as possible. It never works. The door is always guarded by warriors, but I have noticed a lag of protection at one time during the day.
High noon.
I don’t know if it’s because they are changing shifts or grabbing lunch, but I watch the steps of shadows leave the crease under the door for exactly ninety-four seconds. I’ve counted everyday since I’ve been locked back up here.
When the sun peaks, my heart throbs, wondering if Luke is awake and scared of his surrounds; just like I how I feel.
I watch the shadows disperse and decide it’s time to move.
I grab for the fire poker, a long iron bar still hot from resting in the heated logs, and I jam it between the doors,
