Have I ever fainted? Not that I can recall. But, like they say, there's a first time for everything. For a few seconds, I was overcome with an overwhelming happiness. The next I knew, I was in bed, coming out of a deep sleep.
"It's only a bedroom."
I looked around at all the dressings the room was filled with. Anything I had ever wanted was in that room. My dreams were small, but plenty. How had he known I wanted all of these things? I needed to know.
"Mr. Wonka, how did you know?" I started to cry. I seemed to do that a lot in his presence, mostly because I felt inferior to him.
"I have my ways. When you choose a Miss Wonka, you need to know a bit about her."
"But I never told you any of this, I didn't even hint." I frantically began to pat my jacket. "My box! I left it at the hospital! I have to go back and get it!"
"Maybe you should call first." He picked up the phone and dialed it hastily. He waited minute, then began to speak. "Hello, has room 129 been cleaned out yet? Really. Was anything found? Oh, I see. Thank you. Bye."
"What did they say?"
"Anything they find left behind in the rooms… gets thrown away. I'm really sorry."
Even though I had received a lot from him, I felt empty. My life was stored in that box. The only things I had to show for my entire life.
"I'm really sorry this happened. If there is anything I can do…"
"May I be left alone for a while? I need to sort some things out."
"Sure. I'll be back in an hour or so, if that's ok. Don't worry, I'll find a way to help."
"I'm just going to go to bed, so if you wouldn't mind…"
"Sure. Ill leave you alone. Goodnight."