After breakfast, I place
the partially cleaned
tray on the lampstand
table.
I stand on my feet; my
entire body is still in pain,
yet that doesn’t matter
now.
With slow steps, I walk to
the only door leading
outside.
*Pull*
I try to open the door by
using the doorknob, but
it doesn’t budge.
It’s locked from the
outside.
My hand gently brushes
over the wooden surface
of the door before I knock
on it.
“Hey! Is anyone out there?”
I call out, my voice neither
too loud nor too soft.
No answer.
Awfully enough, I
begin to feel cold.
It seems like I’m trapped
here.
Forever.
Caged in like a pet bird.
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