Book 001: Day 002
Noah woke up slowly knowing that any place outside of his soft bed and cocoon of homemade quilts was not where he wanted to be. It was mornings like this, with his head barely sticking out of the warm blankets, that were the most difficult for the fifteen-year-old boy to fulfill his obligations. Noah knew that if he didn’t get out of his bed soon, he would be late for his chores, so, using the logic of a toddler, Noah kept his eyes shut hoping that if he did not see the light streaming into his room, then it wasn’t happening. He curled up under the weight of the quilts and let out a sigh of contentment. Living in the moment with no concern for the future, or his Father’s anger, which was sure to come for not getting up on time. Noah did his best to go back to sleep.
Everything changed when he heard the front door of the small cabin shut. As far back as Noah could remember, his father pushed him to be more mature. It was Noah’s responsibility to get up and to get dressed on time, on his own. Noah knew the morning routine and it was up to him to adhere to it. When Noah was younger, his father would wait at the front door for Noah to get for their morning run. Physical fitness was a top priority in his father’s house, so it took precedence over the morning chores. When Noah hit the age of eleven, his father began to challenge him more. The casual morning exercise became a race to the finish line. If Noah did not finish the course first, as a punishment, he would be responsible for not only his own chores but also his father’s chores for the day. This meant that Noah would not have time for anything else that day. After his father had put the challenge on the table, his father no longer waited for Noah in the morning. Once the sun was peaking over the trees in their little valley the race was on, regardless if Noah was still in bed or not. Jumping up, Noah finally put his feet on the cold wooden floor and began to run around his room looking for his shoes.