I find myself floating within the confines of an ever shrinking bubble. I press against the lining each day in an attempt to expand my prison. Despite the darkness I am given adequate food, beverage, and time to rest. I must admit that I have become infatuated with this orange cheesy pasta. I believe I shall demand that as my meal more often. Also I do not much care for mass amounts of water. I’m floating in the substance why would I want to drink it as well. Something with an actual flavor or sugar content would be appreciated.
I find myself at the mercy of a four-legged black hair creature. Said animal insists on pushing herself against my cell and thus against me. Once I get full use of my newly acquired limbs I will be sure to give her what is coming to her.
I have been given much time to rest and think as my moving prison has seen it fit to take frequent breaks. I have come to not only depend but enjoy these siestas. The prison is so warm and comfortable I believe I shall call it…Mom.
Over the past few months I have seen consider growth both in myself and my prison. A fact Mom’s companion seems to point out almost regularly. Mom and her companion have made a few visits to an office to discuss my release. My parole officer has taken pictures of me as well as an audio statement for her records. She claims I will be free of this cell by year’s end. We shall see.
Another event of note is a party that was held in honor of my impending release. Although it did not seem like the guests were in on the surprise. In fact it did not seem like they knew I was in captivity at all even though I have made numerous gestures and expansions to my cell to inform them of such. Once aware of my existence my cell was subject to numerous amounts of pokes, prods, and the occasional kiss. Do these people not understand how difficult it is to keep this chamber capacious.
Two new targets I have besides the four-legged beast are one Ja-Hon and the father of Mom’s companion for both gentlemen saw fit to wage war on me in my weakened state. Although Ja-Hon was not yet aware of my imprisonment he saw fit to release a devastating spear attack to my walls and by association me. He shall know my wrath upon my release and like myself he will not see the attack coming.
My other attacker however is not nearly as innocent. He in full knowledge of my existence and incarceration drug my prison into the frigid abyss of the sea. He claimed it was an attempt at recreation however the internal temperature of Mom dropped dramatically. Climate control warfare is an ugly business and he above all else shall feel my fury.
OoH! Feeding time! Mmmmm French Fries!! What was I saying again?
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