“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAL38PGU80b
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzx0cAx8LKi
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL0uWOm0AFR
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4kddWmKcZi
“One for the master and one for the dame.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJjIuZr6X67
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2rki27pofv
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7PYQw8pajQ
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQyIDHDJz5K
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLv4Ar0iqFq
Green eyes close, and so do his.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0EZR85bxvB
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzP35z1Hxji
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The boy wakes with a start. It’s still dark out. He looks at the alarm clock on his nightstand. 3:47, it reads. He wipes the sweat off his forehead and sighs, the adrenaline leaving his body. With caution, he moves his attention to the closet. The closet suddenly looks very cosy to him. It looks safe. This room is too open for him now. He’s exposed. With a start, Zak wraps a blanket around himself, picks up a pillow and crawls to the safety of the closet door. He doesn’t sleep.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6NYGqqCMdQ
“Zak?” a voice calls outside the closet, “where are you?” The corner of his blanket is sticking out from under the door, catching the voice’s attention. Sunlight floods into the small closet. The voice belongs to mother. She smiles, “What are you doing in here?” Her laugh fills the room.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYnD6Ssdim2
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1yvcxNqLVg
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRf6HhnoW9R
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGCRQSH4wIb
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8LPvFs7yne
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYzUJEDeWAE
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Zak sits at the table in the chair closest to the window. Even though the sky is grey and the trees have lost their colour, he can still find beauty in the clearing. He eats his Danish as he watches crows caw and fly off their perches. He remembers the question he had earlier and beckoned his mother, her hands covered in oven mitts. 619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOt12Hrk2US
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeauE7Ih80f
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxXTOSmH7ke
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDwjqYAxawE
His mother pauses for a short bit.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFZbFlqg1nq
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsyuLuxqzLf
“When did I fall?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvKLtI4Jvhl
“About two weeks ago.”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuzKz5Mm677
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFpfsOXSTov
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiR9HDwCrqk
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMMFbOReUnu
There’s something wrong in her explanation and he knows it. A fast healer? He can’t believe that. His dreams, his mother’s outburst, the closet? Someone isn’t telling the truth -- and he’s going to figure out why.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIpkP1bwQX3
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Throughout the week, Zak decides to collect as much information as he can about where he is and pick out the truth in the lies his mother tells him. Every day at breakfast, he asks his mother questions handpicked the night before. They vary from small talk to her and dad to questions designed to make her squirm. A quick look on his dad’s laptop revealed that they are on the edge of Connecticut, the ocean just miles away. The satellite shows that there is a house nearby, and he makes a mental note to investigate soon. 619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJtuFF5ySDx
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On Sunday, Zak lounges on his chair by the window and reads a book he found in one of his drawers. He asked his mother if he’s read it before, and she says it was his favourite. So - wanting to learn more about himself - he dives into the book and soon becomes lost in it. It’s an older book about a group of rabbits leaving their warren in search of a new home. For a book about rabbits, this book is really complex, he thinks. He closes the book and sighs before coming up with a question for the woman next to him.619Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1TQJ7NNRcy
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