I woke on the floor, with the sun in my eyes, and the sound of loud voices. . .

I was on the floor, sun hot in my face, the sound of a body turning by my side.

I shot up from the floor, sun beaming through the wet window, and Craig had jumped up pulling up his unzipped pants to hide his naked body—his eyes diverted, he cursed quickly, and ran across to the room, to where the horror lay--

It was morning, we had fallen asleep on the floor—and the door to the library which I had not locked, was open!

Someone must be telling us that they had opened the door and found us on the floor together. As I suppressed a scream, and already felt the frantic siege in my chest before the rinsing of tears run desperately out my eyes, I dashed around for my shirt and sleeping shorts, and wondered if the whole house knew, if the whole house saw, if the whole house was about to turn upside down. . .

The door slammed shut as Craig pushed it closed and turned around, eyes wide with hysteria. "What the hell?" He said, lost for words. "Did you hear someone come in?"

Had I heard someone come in, I would have surely jumped up and ran, rather than simply go back to sleep. So no, I did not hear anyone come in. I shook my head. I stood up straight and was shivering in fear as I heard the loud voices through the walls. I wondered if George had seen us. I wondered if that instant George saw us, had he seen us, that he ran straight to Jack's room to tell him, just to make a scene, just to create drama, just to create animosity toward me so that maybe he could gain political favor over me so he could possibly create a household punishment over Craig and me, so that George could increase his food rations. I never thought George to be that cruel. But my head was spinning. I was afraid. I was stranded in a house with five boys, in a possible life-death situation. This was no place to have enemies. This was no time to get on anyone's bad side, to make mistakes, to hurt the feelings of my boyfriend and divide the house between supporters of Jack and advocates of Craig. Maybe I was getting ahead of myself. Or maybe I could have already started a war.