I’VE BEEN HERE, ONE day short of a week.
Puma voice startled my thoughts. “Everything is better when you can be a part of that experience.”
I didn’t hear any elevator doors open. Then again, I was busy staring out the window into space.
“You know, Setaphire. You’re not a prisoner, you can go outside.”
“I don’t want to go outside.”
Puma squeezed into the remaining space, between the bottom of my feet and the frame of the window.
“I was hoping you will go outside on your own accord, instead of me forcing you. Setaphire, it’s still summer and believe it or not. I want you to enjoy the rest of it.”
“What am I gonna do outside?”
“Get fresh air. Maybe you might find that one thing.”
“What thing?”
“That one thing that will dissipate that melancholy.”
I don’t think I was melon-whatever
