Aspen
A cage was a cage no matter what it looked like, I had been right about that. What I had been wrong about was Ben. I had thought he was different. That he might understand or at least try to. Boy, I had been wrong about that.
I had flopped down on the bed after he had left, and that's where i had stayed. For hours. Just lying there and staring. He had said that I wasn't a prisoner and the door wasn't locked. Or at least I hadn't heard the key turn, but that didn't mean i could just walk out the door and leave…. Did it?
I sat bolt up right, my eyes glued to the door. Could I just leave? It was a fascinating possibility but one that I needed to think about. It would take planning. I couldn't just run. I would need clothes. I glanced around. I had clothes. Modern comfortable clothes
