It was becoming utterly exhausting for little master Gwayne to be staying locked up for so long an amount of time. He didn't even know what time or day it was, not that he ever knew anyway. He was least bothered about it. For him life was a continuous, boring night that went on and on. The type of bored someone gets when the person is even bored to play his own favourite game. Yet he didn't wish to see his father. At least the distinguishable cracks in the wall were more interesting to him. Though they were disgusting.
The door creaking open was just his imagination. He was silly enough to be scared. Whatever would Emily say to him if she were there.
Could he possibly be starting to think like Emily now?
Does that mean he will have to work like her too!?
"Oh nevermind, let me be, I will just sleep again. I am overwhelmingly overthinking my thoughts.." he thought.
