It stings so I tug at it to get it off. Wailing and whimpering I reach down grab hold of it. It feels like a cat clinging to my butt so I’m trying to shove it down and off, but something feels ominous about doing this. When I do this, meanness happens.
I look up and No is open. I wonder through distracted from the ouch.
It feels good out here. I get to shake the heavy naughty thing off here since no one will stop me or be mad at me anymore. Sucking in and taking small wiggle steps works. It falls to my feet and trips me. The ground comes at me. Wiggling it off my ankles feels better than crying. I get back up. My hands and knees don’t hurt. I don’t cry. No one will come stop me and the ground feels good.
Softness tickles my feet. To wiggle my toes here feels good. I’m feeling relief all over. Then I look around. I’ve never been here before. I don’t know the word for freedom. It just tastes good.
I look far away over the soft and see the hard place. Then across it to a place where nice people will be. The place over there where they will be nice to me. They will be nice to me. I’m going there and never coming back.
When I come to the hard knee hurting place my hands and knees tingle recalling the last time I tried to get away and fell on hard bumpy rocks tripped by holes. This one is smooth dark and shiny.
It won’t trip me. I stand there stareing at it wondering. I won’t fall on the rocks and step in holes burned into my body’s mind from last time I tryed this. I decide. This time I’ll run quick careful without getting hurt. Like when I fell just now and it didn’t hurt. This won’t hurt again. Just cross to over there and and never come back.
I wait for a big noise thing that’s coming to go away. I’m waiting for it. This big noise thing is a light for some reason. It’s taking longer than these take to come and go. It’s not going. The light is here.
It stops. It’s not supposed to stop. This is confusing but I’m going ahead.
Now people are here. But I’m still on my way to the nice people. They talk to me but I tell them I know where I’m going. Then a lady holds out a yummy sounding bag to me. I take some of wht’s in it. It’s good. I try to get more. She moves back so I follow her.
She seems like a nice one. So, I don’t have to go over that hard thing after all. The nice people are here.
I try to tell them they are nice people so I’m coming with them. I know they are nice because they have food they don’t make me do stuff and they are not cross.
Just as I start eating, the mean ones come. They snatch the bag away and give it back to the nice ones.
I protest with all my might. Screams struggles kicks don’t help. I grab for the bag, then when it’s out of reach make a break for the real nice people.
The mean people catch me and hold me against my will. Then they carry me off back to the mean place.
Then, suddenly the mean ones talk nice to me and snuggle me.
So I fall asleep hungry, and content.