The Prototype

11. There's more to this

TEMPEST POV

The alarm sounded off loudly throughout the room waking me up out of my deep slumber. I peeped my hand from under the covers hitting the stop button shutting off the alarm.

Cracking my eyes open, I slid the cover from over my head looking at the time seeing that it was seven o'clock in the morning military time making me feel like I'm in fucking boot camp.

I exhale removing more of the covers off me, dragging myself out of the bed. My feet touched the cold hardwood floors as I slid out of the bed. Stretching my body to fully wake myself up to prepare for breakfast.

I walked to the bathroom, turning on the lights that were extremely bright, waking me up even more. I turned on the sink grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste. Popping the cap off the toothpaste and put some on my toothbrush. I ran the toothbrush under the sink to wet it, then popped it into my mouth twisting the cap back onto the toothpaste, and begin to brush my teeth.

Staring into the mirror as I removed the scarf from my hair, running my hands through my silk-pressed hair. Glazing my eyes over my brown skin through the mirror's reflection.

I grabbed my white face towel that hung beside the large sink mirror, running it under the lukewarm water and wringing it out. I finished brushing my teeth, ran the towel over my face, folding and hanging it back up. Gargling my mouth with mouth wash and then rinsing my mouth once more.

To know that I am in a building that have so many people in it, it's always so quiet. Granted these rooms may be soundproof and thick however, every morning it just seems as though I am the only one on this hall and I know I'm not.

I walked to the closet, instantly making the motion sensor light the motion sensor automatically popped on as I walked through the closet to find a pajama set since all I have been sleeping in are my undergarments.

Finding this pretty muse pink satin pajama set. I put on the pants and then the top that was a button-down. I sprayed some of the Dior perfume sliding my feet into the matching house slippers and then leaving the closet entering back into my room.

I walked over to my vanity set sitting down to begin adding some moisture to my face. Looking up at the Calendar that was pinned to the wall seeing that we have already made it through the first week of February and today was Friday.

I don't even remember January as the majority of fucking January well all of January I was without a calendar and I was trying to fucking kill myself and not even be here but here I am still unaware of where I am at specifically.

Thinking that when Mrs.Galileli gave me the paperwork a few days ago to fill out for my allowance card and parcel, it would have given me something but no, they are much fucking smarter than that.

This estate has its own bank service. I didn't think Sapphire was lying however there's a different than hearing it versus seeing it.

I'm trying to figure out how does one man has his own bank service. Alongside the bank service, there's a parcel storage and they have their own delivery service.

How the fuck does a person or family have their own package delivery service as well as a package receiving service without using USPS, FedEx, or UPS? Also finding out that they have their own shipping company and manufacturing company which makes fucking sense if they are creating whatever type of product they make and get it shipped or delivered and transported seamlessly.

The longer I stay here, the longer it feels like some wild ass fucking dream. The way it works is when placing an order, whether it is clothes, shoes, furniture, or whatever it is, the browser that they used on their computers or laptop already has their coordinates of residence which is called a Plus Code.