I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. Scratch that—I was attempting to do the dishes, but I did not know how to operate the dishwasher. Running a frustrated hand through my hair, I press a few buttons on the dishwasher, but nothing happened.
I didn’t want to bother him, but what choice did I have? There was no one else here for me to ask. It was just the two of us trapped inside this tower.
I thought I would be free, but the universe had other ideas. I escaped one prison only to find myself locked up in another.
After another five minutes of pressing buttons and nothing happening, I throw my hands up in defeat and glare at the offending machine. It would probably be for the best if I just wash them with my hands, although I had no experience at all.
“How hard can it be?” I shrug whil
