The Tree Aviary

~Chapter 4~

The picture above is the blueprint of Sam's bedroom. I felt like I needed to give you a better picture. And don't judge! I make that by hand. The large lines are supposed to represent where the doors are.

~Chapter 5~

My eyes finally blurred from the phone screen, so I decided on a break and went to see Mary. I put my phone in my boot, that way I could have it, and opened the door. I shut it behind me and watched a little light on the nob turn red to show it was locked again.

I pulled out the map (which I stored also in my boot) and looked for the kitchen. As far as I could see, it was on the first floor, so I headed to the stairwell down the hall. I jogged down the stairs and went to a big two-piece room. It was connected by a huge space in the wall where cooks went into the kitchen, then out to the seating area. The seating area was a large amount of counters with a table off in the corner.

I came into the kitchen and saw an elderly looking lady, with gray hair and a black and white uniform that reminded me of the 'old times' as grandparents always say. She was cleaning the dishes with her hands, but I saw a dish washer right behind her. She looked up to grab the bar of soap and saw me lingering in the doorway.

"Oh, hello!" She called and beckoned me over with the wave of a hand.

"Hi," I greeted in return and walked to the counter.

"Your grandfather told me you might be coming for a snack, so what do you want? I'll make anything as long as you want it." She offered.

"Um, sure. Can I have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich please?" I asked.

"What good manners!" She complimented and went off to the kitchen, then came back a minute later with all the materials needed for my request. She put the substances on with lightning speed and put it in front of me. I stared at the sandwich for what seemed like forever compared to her sandwich making. She laughed at me in a kind way.

"You wonder why I'm so fast, don't you?" She laughed. "Your grandfather loves that food! It's one of his favorites."

I laughed too and took a big bite from my snack. It even tasted super good. She really is a good cook, even though the only thing I tasted from her is a sandwich. I munched it down quickly, then asked for seconds. Luckily, she left the things out in case that happened. She told me she never puts something away until everyone is done with it.

I was done eating when I had eaten a total of three sandwiches. I had asked Mary what I should do to pass time, and she said that I should just explore, and get used to my surroundings. So I took out my map and explored the first floor first. They had all the average things, but a few extras too. For instance, I found the biggest library in the world. The one in my room was nothing, it became a storage closet in comparison to this. It was tall, very tall. It went all the way up to the second story, whee there was also assess to enter. There was a staircase to travel around and a wrap around balcony for the second floor. The center was dedicated to seating areas.

I scanned the room's books. Every wall has books, even above the doorways. I don't know how that works, so don't ask me. The tables had small racks on them with books too. The coffee tables had books in them, the chairs had books on the side of it, and the book shelves were just crammed with books! That tiny space above the books in each shelf had more books pushed into every crevice.

Does my Grandpa love books enough to get this many? I too love books, but I prefer Wattpad stories. That way you can have then always with you wherever you go. Unless you're device is dead, or broken, but I'm not getting into that.

Little tags popped out between the book cases in sections. I read the labels fantasy, science, history, mystery, nonfiction, biography, and a ton other labels. I strolled over to the fantasy section, my favorite type of book. There were five rows to each shelf, and I guessed at least twenty five book cases were there. I don't even wanna try to count the books. I grabbed a random one of the shelf, and pulled the book next to it down side ways to hold the place.

I haven't touched a real book in a long time. When it's time to read in class my teachers all let me read off Wattpad, so I didn't even need to bring one. I waltzed over to the easy chair and pulled it back all the way. A few glass windows in the dome of the roof let the sunlight peek in, and I could see the sun. Another beautiful chandelier was in the center of the room, similar to the one by the door when you walk in.

When the sun sunk to just below my sight, the colors of the sunset caused me to doze off into sleep.

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A snap drove me out of sleep. I felt myself moving... wait what?

I quickly sat up and watched the ground get closer to me. The chair was going back to its original position. It made little clicks with each gear closer to its destination. It finally reached the right place and it let out its loudest click yet. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and grasped my bearings.

I looked around the dark library, with the only light a small lamp lit next to me. I also saw a blanket on top of me, but it's now wrinkled to death. No one else seemed to be here, though I knew some of the servants lived here. One of them must have come in and gave me this. Probably Mary. I continued to look around for a clock somewhere. Then I realized there was one right in front of me on the wooden stand. It read 1:45.

I moaned at myself. I didn't really feel like going back to sleep here, and that bed upstairs in my room was tempting. If that bed isn't heaven, I'm Taylor Swift. I neatly folded the blanket and left it there on the easy chair. I put the book back where it belonged and turned the lamp off, covering the room in a coat of darkness. I went out the library quickly and quietly.

I managed to find my way to the room through he darkness. I turned the nob, only for it to remain shut. I had forgotten that these doors lock automatically. I fumbled through my boot for the key. I only found a few things though, such as the map, my phone, a few dollars, some gum, and a rock. I don't even know how that one got in there. I slipped the boot off my foot and checked it for anything else.

Boy, my feet smell. I should probably find something else to wear for the summer. Then what would hold my things?

There was nothing left in that boot, so I checked the next one. Also empty.

"I forgot the key in the room!" I stage-whispered to myself angrily. It was bound to be a long night.

"Mrs. Finnegan? What are you doing up at this hour?" I jumped out of my skin. It was Mr. Richard in the hallway.

"I- uh, forgot my room key," I muttered "in the room." Mr. Richard sighed and dug around in his pocket. He was still wearing his suit that he had on this morning (though I'm not sure wether it was morning or not, I slept a lot the past few... days maybe?).

He pulled out a key from his pocket, and opened the door for me. The light turned green as Mr. Richard held open the door. I murmured a thank you and went straight down the hall, past the living room, and into my bedroom. Then I went to the bed and fell asleep yet again.