Trapped (Caged 2)

School.

I heard myself laugh.

With my eyes closed, I leaned back against the couch cushions and just let myself feel. It was a sublime, dreamlike set of images in my head—clouds and trees and the singing of birds even though none of that was really there.

I knew it wasn’t.

I wasn’t even really seeing it in my mind.

It just felt like I was…or I could have been…

It was perfection.

For now.

I didn’t think I was ever one to give up, but apparently I was.

~End Part 2~