Lulu

“Good morning, Miss McCarthy.”

Dalila entered my room looking neat and tidy, though she wasn’t in her usual uniform. I rubbed my eyes, letting out a huge yawn as she pulled the curtains open. Morning light slapped across my face, far too bright for this hour.

“Morning, Dalila. What time is it? Honestly, why isn’t there a wall clock in this room?”

“Half past seven, Miss. I’ll ask the head Omega to provide one.”

“Perfect. While you’re at it, ask for an air conditioner ...