Hourglass
A Novel
By:
Alice Montgomery
The hourglass on my windowsill remained fixed with all grains of sand at the bottom. My time had run out, and I knew it.
Chapter 1
The Girl in the Attic
Joyce
There was something to be said for the room I was placed in. It was narrow. The tiles on the ceiling counted to about thirty seven. I counted them when I was bored, which I was more often than not. There was a single bed propped up against a simple brown headboard. The pillow upon the bed was uncomfortable. Then again, what did I expect, a five star hotel?
The paper thin sheets were scratchy and made my back itch during the night. They were sanitary, or so I had heard. There was no comforter, only sheets. It was a tad problematic in the wintertime when the frost clung to the window. I would hold the sheets to my body and imagine a warm fire. My imagination could only take me so far before my toes were so numb from the cold that I could no longer feel them.
Days were passed in a hum drum of inactivity. I paced around my room examining the cracks in the floor boards. I imagined myself being rescued, or finding a secret passageway in one of the loose tiles of the celling.
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