9
Rue
I shift back and forth, uncomfortable. The pressure put on my knees just by kneeling for an hour is just this side of excruciating. It’s dark and hot in this tiny box, the walls so close that I feel smothered. All I can hear in the rumination box is my own loud breathing. All I can see is what is right in front of me.
Father Derrik says that’s what the rumination box is for. It’s supposed to be restrictive, to allow the user to reflect and repent without distraction. I’m absolutely certain that no one should remain in here for very long, yet I’m starting to wonder if I’ve been forgotten.
That would be horrible because I’ve learned that if discomfort makes me call out, I will be punished quite severely.
I don’t really want F’s attention anyway. He came into Sister Marguerite’s of
