The Drawer
It was a drawer. To the casual observer the drawer could hold things such as clothing, jewelry, or maybe files (if they were small of course). The drawer kept its secrets of what it really was. You see the drawer had a bad habit of tucking away important items until the third time a person would look for an item. Your socks needed for a meeting so that you had a matching outfit? Well if the drawer felt pity for you; you might have the socks before you left. But more often than not the drawer did not like you.
The drawer had once been a normal drawer you see. It had learned that it served a higher order to the degree of which it came. While to you and me this is not important; to the drawer it was most certainly the most important. The drawer made sure to socks and such things where in a proper place and folded for when the person would open the drawer to retrieve said item. If it held papers that needed to be filed, well sometimes it would file them itself. But as I already mentioned the drawer had obtained a terrible habit.
How this happened is such. After the 34th owner had been careful to make sure thing where in a proper order upon closing the drawer the 35th owner made no such practices. The owner kept whatever they deemed could fit by shoving and stuffing the drawer full. There were socks, undergarments, papers of importances, and even a moldy sandwich that stayed there for an indescribable amount of time.
“Well this just won’t do” the drawer finally thought in indignation. It was done with trying to put things in an order that would make it so the owner might be able to find something in the mess. And so it started to tuck things in between the minutes* so that if it truly wishes to give it back it could, but it found more oft then not it did not.
Now the owners would do the strangest things when something would go missing. Some would yell, others would blame the roommate, some would the clean the entire room (which the drawer liked the best), while a few would just break down and cry. This last group is the one that the drawer would take pity on if they kept the room and itself neat most of the time. But to this day the drawer has yet to repent of it bad habit and it most likely will continue until it dies.
*Now the distinction of the hours and minutes that must be made is this. If one tucked say a trinket in to a minute (or rather it is a half a minutes time that it takes up) one is able to retrieve said trinket at a moment’s notice. If one tucks it into a hour (or precisely a 40th of a piece of a hour) the trinket must stay there until the sun rises at the moment the second hand reaches 40 seconds on the 34th and a half day after it was put there. Until then there is no retrieving it and after that point, well it is safe to say the guardians of the hours have many thing to play with and sell if they need to.
©Rachel Howell 2009