Anna

I wake with a jolt.

What time is it?

Father hates it when I am late.

I glance around for my clock on my small nightstand but don't see it. In fact, I can't see anything. I try to lean forward but quickly hit my head on something above me. I try and get my bearings right and realize I am in some kind of box. I feel around for something, anything to indicate what I am supposed to do, what my mission is, but get nothing.

I want to cry out for ...