I would have given anything to get out of there, but when they gave me a chance to exit … when they left the door wide open … I just stood there in disbelief. And then I told them how much I liked it there and I was sorry if I had given them the wrong impression. And I really truly wanted to stay. I wanted to stay more than I could say. And eventually they were convinced. And they opened the door for me and allowed me to retreat in to my little corner, where I began to devise a new strategy to escape. This time for good. The first non-escape was just testing the waters, without intending to disturb them. The waters, that is.
And now, I can hear the sky. I can feel the sky. I can see fragments of sky through the trees. And I stretch out to it, but I can’t touch it. I can feel it, but I can’t touch it. It’s uncanny.