In the hour of collection Alexander sat up. While the rest of his classmates remain laying on the ground, their pupils hidden behind flesh, he couldn’t help but prop himself up. The barren walls around him freezing him. Despite no windows and only a door for this room of sleeping children, Alexander felt a breeze. It practically held him from the hairs on his neck, serving as an alarm. This newfound ability of being awake he surveyed what he never realized. During collection hour his entire group of children his age, to say friends would be incorrect as Alexander had no relationship with them, was asleep in about 4 rows. Their various shades of hair facing up and their noses and eyes facing the ground. No movement or noise just pure slumber in this den, and Alexander. Observing the door, imperfectly crafted as a slight bit of light snuck in, illuminating snd illustrating the outside a bit. Alexander saw the blankness of this room continued. While sat up and looking from across the room at the door his vision changed. Instead of a white hallway now a wheel rolled up clearly outside of the door. And with the rolling of the wheel against the cold hard floor led into the opening of the large lead door. Before the light could meet the backsides of all these children Alexander layer back down face down. Thinking about words and what may happen in his next day to ease him back into the slumber he clearly should be in.