The Fifteen Minute Novel: Day 95

The Fifteen Minute Novel is a novel written fifteen minutes at a time with each week day’s section starting with the sentence from the previous day. At least it is attempting to be a novel. For now I am just aiming at one continuous story, worked on for fifteen minutes each day. Started Friday January 1st, 2021 (in case you want to search for the beginning. I can’t wait to see where it ends up. It could be good, or it could be a mess. We’ll have to see. For now, here is today’s fifteen minutes.

Day 95: He strained his ears listening for the sound of anyone moving about, but heard nothing.

He strained his ears listening for the sound of anyone moving about, but heard nothing. James imagined the empty corridors echoing.  He wondered if everyone left once he was in his room, he and Morris being the only ones in the building. 

There was the strange sense of being a guest in someone’s home.  James felt he didn’t want to go wondering around until he heard someone else moving about.  In someone’s house it might be considered rude, here he might wander into a restricted area by accident as he looked for the coffee pot.

Seeing no reason not to shower and dress, James slid out of the bed.  The bathroom lights, when he turned them on, dazzled.  White tile, white sink and commode, white shower curtain.  Only the mirror reflected his darker self.  With the light on he felt almost blinded and had to blink to clear his vision. 

In the shower there was a bar of soap still wrapped in paper and a white towel hung on a rack out of the spray zone.  The touches of almost color were the two silver railings that ran along the sides of the shower stall, the drain and the shower fixtures themselves.  As they were gleaming, it wasn’t much of a relief from the white tile. He dropped his shorts by the door of the shower, stepped inside and reached for the paper wrapped soap. He opened it to find it was just as white as the towel. 

It was also his only cleansing product.  It had absolutely no scent to it. He tossed the paper out of the range of the water, turned on the spray and began to lather up. He used the soap on his hair and body, feeling clean if nothing else. He was surprised to find the complete lack of scent bothering him. 

‘It doesn’t even smell like soap,’ he thought.  He placed the bar in the soap rack and rinsed off.  As clean as he could be, he turned off the shower and reached for the towel. 

He dried and having no other options, put his shorts back on and moved back into the bedroom.  As there were no razors present, shaving would have to wait.  While he could live with the stubble, he found the lack of toothbrush bothersome.  His breath felt foul in his own mouth. He ran his tongue over his teeth and resigned himself to having to wait.

James dressed in the clothes he wore the day before, leaving off his shoes.  He paused, listening for the sounds of someone moving.  Again he heard nothing.

‘It’s still early,’ he thought looking at his watch.  ‘And Morris probably needs sleep.’ 

He thought he remembered hearing or reading somewhere that after blood loss water and sleep were the two necessary components for recovery.  He wasn’t sure where the information came from and ha no idea how accurate it actually was but it sounded logical. 

The room came with no guest chairs.  The bed was the only furniture.  James guessed that was designed so that if machines were needed chairs didn’t need to be relocated.  Having no other place to sit, James tugged the sheets on the bed straight and sat cross legged in the center of it.  He then reached for Cassie’s Book.  Sometime in the night a thought began to tease him.  It wasn’t a solid idea, more of a nebulous moment and he hoped that by reading he would be able to solidify it a little more.

‘Besides,’ He thought. “At the moment I have nothing else to do.’

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