“April?”
“Yes.”
“Are you s-sleeping?”
I half smiled. “No.”
“Why didn"t we didn"t open up any b-boxes?” Beth yawned.
I put my hand out in front of me and turned it, its outline somewhat visible in the darkness. A small groan escaped my lips as I pulled my legs up and rested my feet flat on the pad. The altered position pressed my lower back into the mat and eased the ache. The thin mattress offered little protection between the hardwood floor and my bones.
“Because. Now go to sleep.” The carved letters and numbers danced in the darkness in front of me, and I squeezed my eyelids shut. The warning etched inside the cabinet had confirmed my suspicions about the clothing. I hadn"t wanted to deal with any more surprises.
“We should open one t-tomorrow.”
“Maybe…if you stop talking and go
