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 145: He opened the box and peered inside.
He opened the box and peered inside. The box looked sort of puffy. He pulled out what he found inside and found a decorative throw pillow. “Well that’s handy,” James said. He set it aside and dug deeper into the box. He came out with a set of sheets, which was more helpful. He set them to the side and opened the empty box so that it could be laid flat and out of the way. He then went on a quest for more bedding.
After a time he managed to unearth his comforter and the pillows from his bed prior to joining the program. James took the items he found and did his best to make up the bed in a way that wouldn’t shame his former housekeeper. When he was done the bed didn’t look nearly as imposing as she managed. In fact it looked slightly rumpled no matter what he did to it.
‘Looks like I already slept in it,’ he thought.
His bedding hunt and bed making experiment took enough time that James felt himself yawning by the time the exercise was complete. He had no idea where his alarm clock was and wasn’t really in the mood to check his phone. The light was faded outside and he was willing to concede that the events of the day might contribute to his tiredness. He decided to call it a day and start fresh in the morning.
‘Besides, tomorrow is Sunday. It doesn’t actually matter when I get up, as long as I call Tucker before leaving the house.’
James located his tooth brush, took it to the bathroom to brush his teeth, decided that wa all he was in the mood to worry about and returned to the bedroom. He made certain the bedroom door was both closed and locked and hen he walked over to the bed. James stripped off all but his underwear and slif beneath the sheets and his favorite blanket.
Despite the scent of cardboard still lingering on the edges of the fabric, the cloth still smelled like whatever laundry detergent his housekeeper used. It was a familiar smell and made him snuggle deeper into the comfort of the bedding. The mattress was of better quality than the one at his apartment and James found himself settling into a deeper sleep than he felt in months.
James surfaced slowly from sleep, like emerging from a cocoon. He felt heavy and almost drugged as he blinked in the early morning sun streaming in through the curtainless window. He was warm and still in the half asleep state where the worlds edges are fuzzy.
‘Meetings today,’ he thought as he rubbed his eyes and edged more towards wakefulness. ‘The paperwork for the merger needs to be gone over,’ his mind continued. James stretched and readied himself for a new day at the office. He sat up and blinked in surprise at seeing the strange room. In an instant he was awake, the dregs of sleep falling from him.
Reality smacked him in the face along with the morning sunshine. There were no meetings. There was no merger. He was here in a new house far away from his old life. It was Sunday and he would need groceries.
“I’ll also need to sort out the things I’ll need for the week.” James told himself. He had no desire to run around looking for a suitable work shirt on Monday morning. As James slid out of the bed, he felt a strange sort of relief. It wasn’t a major flash of relief, but a brief flicker deep inside him.