“Baa Baa black sheep, have you any wool?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡObzZYPBFX5
Children’s voices ring through the air. One of them is his own.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjwZSH9677z
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtsFR88SgGm
Songs turn to screams. There’s fire in his veins.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeZACcc4FcJ
“One for the master and one for the dame.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnGIGys8XUu
Green eyes fill with tears. The closet door closes us in.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcgTpDBlCEs
“One for the little boy who lives down the lane.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJBRG1SR7s1
The door opens again. Hands grabbing at his waist.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh9E61WRyIq
“Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMJpxFiIKvM
Green eyes close, and so do his.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkrfq7d5oA
“Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVU2st8fmVg
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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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYGLCwVnX63
“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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNxAV3vGWzp
Zak mumbles, “I just had a dream.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8Ttmp61z4P
“Why did it make this little closet so appealing?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ8CM6oZstz
He rubs the sleep out of his eyes, “I’m safe in here. That’s what it feels like at least.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAroOWZQAuJ
“Interesting choice,” she sighs, “I bought Danish, and do you want some?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnZ5TGZO9eU
“Sure,” he says as his stomach growls. They share a laugh together.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm20twfYwDL
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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. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqmpPssrf1p
“What happened to me to make me lose my memory?” he asks.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEqYQSHcWrI
“You fell off that tree and hit your head,” she points to a ancient cedar rooted at the corner of the clearing.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsNa41y6T2D
“Why doesn’t my head hurt then?” 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXhtTmUwAVX
His mother pauses for a short bit.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFmUOyUK7ui
“Well, you're right, that’s a good question. You must be a fast healer.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYawSP5p09q
“When did I fall?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA0joSM10SC
“About two weeks ago.”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWARlmScmCc
“Where did you take me to get checked on?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMXqKDaJu45
“The hospital where your dad works. Why all of the questions?”695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdMbxsj5BZj
“Sorry, just wondering,” he mumbles.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZKkwPbFZ0k
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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYuqSAjS69u
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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. 695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhZfLWbSlHj
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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.695Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡndqHCOVCND
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