When I was asleep, I lived in a world where I was wrapped in a coil, a snake who treated me like its queen. I could not step outside my cage that was decorated like a pink cake. My vision was turned, and my mind was left me. My lips rotated upwards, and the strain lifted from my chest; I was happy.

I opened the door to my cage to let the wind in, and I let the wind carry me like a backpack on the excitement of the first day back to school. I let my vision come back to me to watch the leaves revolve itself around my door, and if it was like the demon of the forest were suddenly watching out for me, then I did not mind. I let myself forget.

I forgot how dangerous it is to let others in.