Emma Donoghue - Room: A Novel

My child

Such trouble I have.

And you sleep, your heart is placid;

you dream in the joyless wood;

in the night nailed in bronze,

in the blue dark you lie still and shine.

Simonides (c. 556468 BCE) ,
Dana (tr. Richmond Lattimore)

Contents

T oday Im five. I was four last night going to sleep in Wardrobe, but when I wake up in Bed in the dark Im changed to five, abracadabra. Before that I was three, then two, then one, then zero. Was I minus numbers?

Hmm? Ma does a big stretch.

Up in Heaven. Was I minus one, minus two, minus three?

Nah, the numbers didnt start till you zoomed down.

Through Skylight. You were all sad till I happened in your tummy.

You said it. Ma leans out of Bed to switch on Lamp, he makes everything light up whoosh.

I shut my eyes just in time, then open one a crack, then both.

I cried till I didnt have any tears left, she tells me. I just lay here counting the seconds.

How many seconds? I ask her.

Millions and millions of them.

No, but how many exactly?

I lost count, says Ma.

Then you wished and wished on your egg till you got fat.

She grins. I could feel you kicking.

What was I kicking?

Me, of course.

I always laugh at that bit.

From the inside, boom boom. Ma lifts her sleep T-shirt and makes her tummy jump. I thought, Jacks on his way. First thing in the morning, you slid out onto the rug with your eyes wide open.

I look down at Rug with her red and brown and black all zigging around each other. Theres the stain I spilled by mistake getting born. You cutted the cord and I was free, I tell Ma. Then I turned into a boy.

Actually, you were a boy already. She gets out of Bed and goes to Thermostat to hot the air.

I dont think he came last night after nine, the airs always different if he came. I dont ask because she doesnt like saying about him.

Tell me, Mr. Five, would you like your present now or after breakfast?

What is it, what is it?

I know youre excited, she says, but remember not to nibble your finger, germs could sneak in the hole.

To sick me like when I was three with throw-up and diarrhea?

Even worse than that, says Ma, germs could make you die.

And go back to Heaven early?

Youre still biting it. She pulls my hand away.

Sorry. I sit on the bad hand. Call me Mr. Five again.

So, Mr. Five, she says, now or later?

I jump onto Rocker to look at Watch, he says 07:14. I can skateboard on Rocker without holding on to her, then I whee back onto Duvet and Im snowboarding instead. When are presents meant to open?

Either way would be fun. Will I choose for you? asks Ma.

Now Im five, I have to choose. My fingers in my mouth again, I put it in my armpit and lock shut. I choosenow.

She pulls a something out from under her pillow, I think it was hiding all night invisibly. Its a tube of ruled paper, with the purple ribbon all around from the thousand chocolates we got the time Christmas happened. Open it up, she tells me. Gently.

I figure out to do off the knot, I make the paper flat, its a drawing, just pencil, no colors. I dont know what its about, then I turn it. Me! Like in Mirror but more, my head and arm and shoulder in my sleep T-shirt. Why are the eyes of the me shut?

You were asleep, says Ma.

How you did a picture asleep?

No, I was awake. Yesterday morning and the day before and the day before that, I put the lamp on and drew you. She stops smiling. Whats up, Jack? You dont like it?

Notwhen youre on at the same time Im off.

Well, I couldnt draw you while you were awake, or it wouldnt be a surprise, would it? Ma waits. I thought youd like a surprise.

I prefer a surprise and me knowing.

She kind of laughs.

I get on Rocker to take a pin from Kit on Shelf, minus one means now therell be zero left of the five. There used to be six but one disappeared. One is holding up Great Masterpieces of Western Art No. 3: The Virgin and Child with St. Anne and St. John the Baptist behind Rocker, and one is holding up Great Masterpieces of Western Art No. 8: Impression: Sunrise beside Bath, and one is holding up the blue octopus, and one the crazy horse picture called Great Masterpieces of Western Art No. 11: Guernica. The masterpieces came with the oatmeal but I did the octopus, thats my best of March, hes going a bit curly from the steamy air over Bath. I pin Mas surprise drawing on the very middle cork tile over Bed.

She shakes her head. Not there.

She doesnt want Old Nick to see. Maybe in Wardrobe, on the back? I ask.

Good idea.

Wardrobe is wood, so I have to push the pin an extra lot. I shut her silly doors, they always squeak, even after we put corn oil on the hinges. I look through the slats but its too dark. I open her a bit to peek, the secret drawing is white except the little lines of gray. Mas blue dress is hanging over a bit of my sleeping eye, I mean the eye in the picture but the dress for real in Wardrobe.

I can smell Ma beside me, Ive got the best nose in the family. Oh, I forgetted to have some when I woke up.

Thats OK. Maybe we could skip it once in a while, now youre five?

No way Jose.

So she lies down on the white of Duvet and me too and I have lots.

I count one hundred cereal and waterfall the milk thats nearly the same white as the bowls, no splashing, we thank Baby Jesus. I choose Meltedy Spoon with the white all blobby on his handle when he leaned on the pan of boiling pasta by accident. Ma doesnt like Meltedy Spoon but hes my favorite because hes not the same.

I stroke Tables scratches to make them better, shes a circle all white except gray in the scratches from chopping foods. While were eating we play Hum because that doesnt need mouths. I guess Macarena and Shell Be Coming Round the Mountain and Swing Low, Sweet Chariot but thats actually Stormy Weather. So my score is two, I get two kisses.

I hum Row, Row, Row Your Boat, Ma guesses that right away. Then I do Tubthumping, she makes a face and says, Argh, I know it, its the one about getting knocked down and getting up again, whats it called? In the very end she remembers right. For my third turn I do Cant Get You out of My Head, Ma has no idea. Youve chosen such a tricky one.... Did you hear it on TV?

No, on you. I burst out singing the chorus, Ma says shes a dumbo.

Numbskull. I give her her two kisses.

I move my chair to Sink to wash up, with bowls I have to do gently but spoons I can cling clang clong. I stick out my tongue in Mirror. Mas behind me, I can see my face stuck over hers like a mask we made when Halloween happened. I wish the drawing was better, she says, but at least it shows what youre like.

What am I like?

She taps Mirror wheres my forehead, her finger leaves a circle. The dead spit of me.

Why Im your dead spit? The circles disappearing.

It just means you look like me. I guess because youre made of me, like my spit is. Same brown eyes, same big mouth, same pointy chin...

Im staring at us at the same time and the us in Mirror are staring back. Not same nose.

Well, youve got a kid nose right now.

I hold it. Will it fall off and an adult nose grow?

No, no, itll just get bigger. Same brown hair

But mine goes all the way down to my middle and yours just goes on your shoulders.

Thats true, says Ma, reaching for Toothpaste. All your cells are twice as alive as mine.

I didnt know things could be just half alive. I look again in Mirror. Our sleep T-shirts are different as well and our underwear, hers has no bears.