Dawn

00000001

The room was empty except for 5 iron bunk beds with thin mattresses placed on top of them. The beds consisted of a mattress, a small pillow and a cover sheet for the bed as well as a small tartan blanket for warmth. In all of the beds were young looking girls in white nightgowns that were peacefully sleeping. All of them had long hair that was splayed over the cushions they hugged tightly. As the lights flickered on, the girl on the top of the bunk bed closest to the door shook her head as she roused herself from the state of unconsciousness she had priory been in. She stretched into the air and dropped her hands down to the bottoms of her legs and held this for 10 seconds before flipping her legs over the rail of the bed and stretching them out equally.

She jumped off the bunk bed and landed on her tiptoes and danced the other side of the room. This was obviously a common ritual for her. She then proceeded to sit in the middle of the room with crossed legs and prayed for 5 minutes as she sang to herself a continual lyric less tune of simpleness and hope. She then thanked her god's, and stood up before bowing low again. She then walked to the bed directly to her left and crouched down to wake the young girl. She smiled with hope and happiness that seemed out of place in such an empty place. The small girl then hopped out of bed and climbed up to the next bunk bed and woke the girl there before moving along the tops of the beds; waking everyone in the process.

The older girl woke everyone on the bottom, as gently as she had woken the young girl. For them, this was every day life. Well usually. Sometimes it was... More exciting you could say.