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Sep 2020
She saved me from the smallest box.
The one I'd been confined to for an* eternity. She smiled at me, and I desperately reached for her.
'LET ME OUT!'
And she did. She saved me from the hellish existence of the tiny box.
I didn't quite remember why, but I wanted to be

Outside.

But I had no clue what

Outside

Was.

I'd forgotten in the mind-breaking box. What did it smell like? Sound like? Taste like?
How could I get there?
She put me in a room
With a moving picture
Of

Outside.

I recognized the shapes and shades of it. Just a small picture of it, but recognizable.
In time, I moved throughout a maze of rooms. I learned about
The door.
I hadn't seen that on the way in.
When it opened, I could see it-

Outside.

I knew if I could get close enough,
I could
Escape
For just
A little
While.
One night, I did just that.

I loved night the most.
I could easily move around in the dark without being seen. Or heard. Or even sensed. I was part of the darkness.
She started to panic.
Did she think I would abandon her?
My savior?
No, but I would stay close.
She ultimately tricked me back into the rooms.
Her efforts to prevent my
Escape
Became more vigorous.
She would stare at me
For seconds
Before opening the door.
I would stare back, not challenging her.

My next escape was glorious.
Another person that wasn't her
Left a window
With a broken screen
Open,
And she wasn't in any of the rooms.
I slipped through the screen
And into the day
I felt the
Sun.
I remembered everything.
I wandered the grounds of
The rooms.
I climbed the wall
That separated a network
Of other rooms.
I was

Outside.

I was happy,
But I knew she would worry if
She returned to find me
Missing.
I went back
To realize
There was no way back inside.
The night was getting cold.
I scaled the wall around part of
The grounds
And found a small shelter
From the winds
And prayed she would return soon.

I awoke to the sound of the rustling of my small shelter.
Startled, I ran for the door of the rooms, which sat open.
She was warm,
And so I welcomed her embrace
All the more.

From then on, she trusted me. She knew that I could go

Outside

And return again
To her.
<3
Written by
Cydney Something  31/F/San Diego, CA
(31/F/San Diego, CA)   
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