I've always looked out dark windows wondering if something is out there. One night when I look, a face with bright eyes appears at the window. At first glance I think it's merely a small animal passing through the yard, but then I see the blond hair that I know so very well.
I cant breathe, let alone move.
It's Her.
I feel as if there's a compressor lodged inside my chest as I desperately reach for a way to open the window. My effort to scream falls flat on idle walls as my hands still search for a way out.
Anyway out.
A chip or crack that will allow me to break free of this cell to which I am confined. I'm locked within these four lonely walls with a careless window staring out at the one thing in the world that would make everything okay again. Tears attempt to burn my transparent eyes but I chase them away, eluding the inevitable breakdown of my porcelain strength that's bound to follow.
Then I wake up...and for a split second I still cannot breathe.
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