Decorating the Cabin

Some hours before the meeting with the squad leaders about Auferstehen; Hierd had that three-am motivation to decorate the inside of his cabin.

Regrettably, the cabin gone dirty because if the usual coming in and going out. He didn't bother, he was always either inside the chief's house or walking around. But that day, in that hour, enough was enough.

"I'd need a mop and a water for this."

[REQUEST GRANTED: MOP AND WATER]

Just when he thought he'd get a bucket of water, he instead got water splashed all over the lower portion of his coat.

*Eughhh..

"Bitch."

He had seemingly heard a giggle.

"Let... Let me get a bucket of water."

[REQUEST GRANTED: BUCKET OF WATER]

Before any real work was to be done, he removed his coat and put it on his soft bed. He then began to do what anyone with the ambition to clean would do.

Right after, observing that the place was not fragrant, he figured putting alot of flowers near the windows would help.

"Give me fifty... Roses that are inside small vaces... With fertile soil... And... A bit of water in it already."

[tsk]

"Huh?"

[REQUEST... GRANTED: FIFTY SMALL VACES WITH FERTILE SOIL AND 5ML OF WATER]

Hierd smiled.

Looking at the flowers on the floor, he put it all around the room. To the windows where there was light the most. His bedstand, the wooden table and why not also the stool he never used before? The room was fragrant, very much so with the scent of the roses that permeated the once bland smell of wood.

The M1 Garand he first wished for was still in display on the table, it hadn't been touched, but Hierd liked it's appearance on the wooden table and kept it there.

There wasn't really a problem with the lights, so he didn't mind (in Auferstan, there are gems that act like torches but do not burn wood p.s they are hard to get so the majority of homes use candles and torches). He put near the front door a coat hanger and near it, a small shoe rack.

To remise Earth, he put up three medium and one large painting on one side of the room. Looking at it, his thoughts wandered, and soon he grimaced. Thinking about the world he left, thinking about...

"Mom..."

But in his thoughts, looking at the past with sadness is foolishness.

The place was looking more alive now, but his motivation had seemingly went away as he caressed the soft pillows and bed and went soon asleep and snored as loud as a chicken's morning howl.