Danais woke up on the fourth day to the sound of birds chirping outside his window. In his state of mind, it sounded more like squeaking. ‘The urge to throw a rock’ was his first thought. He yawned and contemplated getting out of bed. Eventually, good sense won over. It was a day off, and he wasn’t going to waste it away snoring in bed. He walked down the hall to find a note from his uncle on the bath. It stated that there were a few pots of boiling water in the kitchen so he wouldn’t have to take a cold bath.
He filled up the tub with the hot water then went outside to the pump and gradually added cold water till he got it to just the right temperature. It wasn’t that often he had the pleasure of a hot bath, so he relished every minute of it. He grabbed his towel, after he was done, and dried himself off as he headed back to his room. As he lay naked on his bed, the morning sun was still trying to come through the window. He stared up at his cracked ceiling and couldn’t help but reflect on his misfortune.









