Soon Atl was scraping the bottom of his wooden bowl with his wooden spoon. He was staring at the grain of the wooden table, halfheartedly counting the number of lines in the wood grain. He could feel himself getting more and more drowsy as he counted. Atl knew this wasn't a good sign and that he had to get up and do something till at least mid morning or he sleep would be off. One more week, he told himself, at least that's what they told me.
With nothing left to scrape Atl got up from his seat and walked over to the wash barrel, which was by now full of cold water, bowls, spoons, and floating bits of soup. He dunked his bowl and spoon in the water, giving them a slight push ensuring that they fill with water and sank as much as they could.
"You there."
Toci's black heart. Atl froze, closing his eyes as he cursed his luck. I should have left with the others, sleep be damned.
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