The door to my tiny bedroom suddenly creaked open. My eyes flew open immediately. My mother's head was stuck into my room. “Time to get up my dear child. Your work is to be done.” Within a flash of a few seconds, she was gone and my door was shut once more. It was early. Too early for most. The room was dark, as usual. I could barely see my tiny trunk that contained all of my clothes on the opposite wall of my bedroom. A stubby little candle stick in a metal holder sat on top of the trunk. Was it morning already? It felt like I had just gone to bed. Ugh. Another day was here. Another day of work on our Amish farm.
I rolled out of my bed and planted my feet on the rough wood planks which made my floor. They were cold and scratchy. The floor did not bother me anymore though. Nor did the early hours or anything else.
2007-08-29
14:40:00
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I was born into this and was perfectly content. Or so I thought. Recently I had been having dreams of me in the "Real" world and living a normal life. But I knew that these were foolish and "bad" thoughts.
2007-08-29
14:42:14 ·
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