Not As Expected

I didn't leave my room at all that night. I was glad that I hadn't been given all that much to eat or drink since I wouldn't have been able to use the bathroom. This room didn't even have a chamber pot in it. How did he expect me to relieve myself?

When morning came, the door to my room was unlocked and Mr. Boberre was standing there, waiting for me. I was already awake, thankfully. And I was sitting there staring at the wall with nothing to do.

I had actually slept, though I hated every second of it. There were some kinds of bugs moving around in the thing that would be considered the mattress. On top of that, it was uncomfortable and itchy. When I woke up all I wanted to do was clean myself but I couldn't do that either. I was miserable and exhausted.