บท 18: Pencil Sharpener

14 May 2058, 7:00 in the morning

I woke up to a house filled with silence. Dorcus wasn't in the room, yet her bed wasn't made. She always had to be told what to do and when to do it. I slowly sat up, my joints satisfyingly cracking as I stretched my arms and legs out. I still couldn't help but be bothered by how quiet the house was.

Not that it was a big deal, but it was as if something was out of place, like when you lose your pencil sharpener. You don't always need it, but having it makes you feel secure about having backup just in case your pencil breaks. At that point, I knew the sharpener was missing, and it felt like I was about to break at any moment.

I picked up my phone and dialed a number. I waited as the phone rang, rocking myself back and forth

"Hiii! This is Ayanda Dlamini. I'm not available, but don't be shy to leave a message. Toodles!"