( In the morning, around 7:00 Am , At Wut's House :;)
( Wut's bedroom ):;
...Wut woke up to the sound of his mother yelling from downstairs, "Wut, get up! You're going to be late!"
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, still feeling a bit groggy. His room was small and simple, with a single bed and a small desk in the corner. The walls were painted a deep blue, a typical boyish color, and the floor was made of worn-out wooden planks.
Wut was wearing his casual, average pyjamas - a faded white shirt and a pair of worn-out grey pants. He stretched his arms and yawned, then walked over to the window. He pulled back the curtains and opened the window, letting the sunlight stream in. The view outside was ordinary - a small garden with a few plants and a rusty old bike leaning against the wall.
Then, Wut walked towards the door, his footsteps echoing softly on the wooden floor. He reached out and grasped the door handle, turning it slowly as he pulled the door open. The creaking of the door hinges filled the air as he stepped out into the hallway.
"Good morning, mum! I'm already awake," Wut replied, his voice carrying downstairs.
His mother yelled back, "I'm leaving now! Don't forget, I left breakfast for you downstairs. Eat it before it gets cold!"
Wut replied, "Okay, mum! Have a good day! I'm just going to go shower now."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the sound of the front door closing downstairs.
Wut walked back into his room, feeling the warm sunlight on his skin.
Wut walked back into his room, feeling the warm sunlight on his skin. He grabbed a towel and walked towards the bathroom.
The bathroom was a small, simple space with white tiles and a shower stall. Wut turned the faucet, and water rushed out, flowing strongly. As the water flowed, he began to get undressed. But as he pulled off his shorts, he noticed that the water had started to slow. At first, it was just a slight reduction in pressure, but then the flow began to weaken more rapidly.
Wut's eyes narrowed as he watched the water slow to a trickle, and then to a thin stream. He felt a growing sense of unease as the water broke up into small, erratic drips. Finally, the drips slowed to a single, lone drop that fell from the faucet, and then... nothing. The water had stopped completely.
Wut tried to turn the faucet on and off, but nothing worked. He remembered that the water had finished. Panic set in as he quickly grabbed his shirt and shorts and began to put them back on.
As soon as he was dressed, Wut dashed out of the bathroom and ran downstairs. He rushed through the living room, which was plain, with just a brown sofa and a small coffee table.
He burst through the front door and ran out into the bright sunlight, looking frantically around for his mother. The house was surrounded by a small garden, with a few scrawny trees and a patch of dry, brown grass.
Wut ran down the short path that led from the house to the gate, scanning the street for any sign of his mother. He emerged onto the street, looking left and right, but there was no sign of her.
"I've missed her," Wut said to himself, disappointment etched on his face.
Wut trudged back down the street, his feet carrying him on autopilot as his mind wandered. As he approached his house, he veered off the path and walked over to the mailbox. He lifted the lid and pulled out a handful of envelopes.
As he walked back to his house, he began to sift through the mail, scanning the addresses. Amidst the junk mail and catalogs, one envelope caught his eye - the water bill.
Wut continued walking towards the house, mail in hand. He pushed open the front door and stepped inside, making his way to the living room. The room was plain, with a brown sofa, a small coffee table, and a TV standing against one wall. Family photos hung on the walls, and a few potted plants sat on the windowsill.
He walked over to the dining area, where a covered dish sat on the table, surrounded by a mesh food cover. The scent of cooked food wafted up, and Wut's stomach growled in response. He dropped the remaining mail on the table and pulled out a stool, then turned his attention to the water bill. He tore open the envelope and pulled out the bill, scanning the contents.....