The bells rang out like they do every morning and I opened one eye and peeped.
My capsule was back to normal and the stammer above my bed had the words Bath Day written in large letters. I could hear the sound of girls walking single file along the colourdors and Rosh knocked twice on my door like she always does.
She had a big grin on her face because she loves Bath Day. I have never really understood her fascination with a day in which we spend cleaning ourselves but it's everyone to their own.
Then I remembered. I remembered everything that happened but I don't remember how I got back into my capsule. Or anything that happened since they took Bag away.
'Is bag okay?'
Only three words. I still had seven words left because it was Bath Day.
Rosh looked at me as if I had turned into a porkine. She was frowning and it reminded me of of Noah and his beautiful eyebrows and of what we were doing before I was rudely interrupted by the sound of the bells.
'Bag?'
'Yes bag,' I said, 'Is she alright?'
Shit. Only two words left and I had only swung one leg out of my bed covers. Not a great start to the day. Rosh was still staring at me and again it reminded me of Noah and the way he looked when the dove dropped the word spunk in the sea.
'Who is Bag?
The words on the Stammer changed from Bath Day to Leave the Room.
I obeyed. We always have to obey. The bells stopped and I followed Rosh out of my capsule and into the colourdoors. They were working again and so we followed them to the Bath Zone.
Blue Blue Blue Pirkle Red Brown Yellow Red Brown Blue Blue Blue Pirkle.
I didn't waste any more words on Rosh. Words are precious and I only had two more left. It was Bath Day again for the second day in a row but yesterday was different. Yesterday was Exposure Day and I wasn't supposed to remember. We are supposed to forget but I didn't. I remembered everything that happened. The way we walked for hours in the colourless colourdors. Coin levitating. The dead girl.
The banners with our name on. Everything.
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