Chapter FifteenSomething bright and obnoxious glares into my eyes. I grumble and try to turn away, but something heavy weighs down my side and I flick my eyes open, looking around.I'm still in my uniform on the couch, the sun blazing through a crack in the blinds and glinting off of Floyd's golden hair as he lies, snoring on my side.I take a moment to decide whether or not I should panic, but instead, I decide to wake him up calmly."Floyd," I call softly, trying not to frighten him. "Maybe you should wake up."He remains limp and continues snoring, so I rest my hand on his back."Hey, Floyd," I say. "Wakey-wakey."Floyd stirs, sucking in a huge breath and rubbing his eyes. As he sits up, he opens his eyes, looking at me for the first time. He gapes."Oh," he says. "Shit. I'm sorry
You could've woken me up last night and booted me out the door.""Couldn't have," I tell him. "I fell asleep, too."Floyd shakes his head, sighing as he massages his temples."Well damn," he says. "I feel like a lo
Chapter FourteenBy the time my watch beeps four o'clock, my knees are shaking. My calves are burning, and the bottoms of my feet feel like the bones have been pressed straight through. My head is all loopy from sneezing every ten seconds, and any thoughts I might have had about being smart went right out the window with Samantha teaching me things I thought most people already knew, like how to vacuum and sort laundry.Every door and window has been opened in an attempt to breathe after the dusting job ended in an enormous cloud which filled every room of the house and caused Samantha to sneeze so hard she threw up and had to go outside for air.But that was hours ago. Hours which seem more like days, as cleaning seems to slow my concept of time. I feel that I've been working for a full week without meals or sleep."It's only like that for the first couple of days," says Samantha, dancing to her little pocket radio as she sweeps the floor of the dining room. "After that, you start getting used to it.