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I don’t know where I am…
Let me out of here…
Mum! Where are you…
I roll off the sweat-soaked mattress onto the rough, wooden floor.
How did I get here?
There’s a window in front of me. It’s sealed up with wooden panels. Using my nails, I start to crawl towards it like a wounded cat.
There’s an intense hunger, roaring inside my stomach.
Using the broken windowsill, I pull my weak, aching body up, and then press my face against a tiny hole in the wood.
Before the sunlight burns my eye, I see someone in the distance. A man. He’s standing next to a blue car, staring at the house. Who is that?
It’s a dream.
Just dreaming…
I drop to my knees, cupping my stinging eye with my hand, and then slither back over to the mattress.
By the time I reach it, I remember where I am, and what t
