Freedom To Choose.

 I woke this morning feeling really rough with a cold. I wish I hadn't fallen asleep when I did as I lost track of time. As it was I didn't know whether it was two o'clock or six o'clock. It made a difference because unless I was ready to hand myself in, six o'clock would be too late to do anything other than confining myself to this room.

When I woke again it was broad day light so absolutely no chance of straying far. I hadn't eaten anything in over twenty four hours, I was freezing cold and could hardly breath, I was feeling wretched to be honest.

I hadn't decided on what to do with myself. I lay most of the day on the bed thinking about things and dozing on and off as and when the bone chilling cold and painful wrist allowed. What I was doing was stupid but while I was here I had the freedom to choose, but to choose what? I couldn't make my mind up.

Seen as how a lot of the day had passed I decided to stay another night and go out when everyone is in bed and see what I can scavenge to make things more comfortable. For sure I was desperate for a clock of some kind. I need a quilt or something for the bed, something to eat. I did have all the water I could drink in the bathroom, although no hot water. I heard no sound of anyone all day, well, not while I was awake anyway. I did what I could to stay awake for the rest of he day as I needed to be awake when it went dark and then try and keep track of time best I could from there.

For a while I went across the passage to the room opposite as I remembered it to be full of all manner of things so I thought maybe there would be a clock. I did find two wall clocks but they needed batteries so no use to me.