The colors surrounding are vibrant. Reds, oranges, bronze, black, and deep blue. The circular walls are beautiful. Each color swirls together just right. The exact moment one needs to end, the next seeps in just so.
All of its wonder is like a delicate food that fills your stomach and lulls you to sleep when you’re full. Warmth seeps from all of its sides, a soft glow of gold as evidence. The sun seems to warm the room just so. Just enough to feel like its rays are humming you to sleep.
She exhales. Her sigh is of comfort and ease. The safety here in the center causes her to feel light as a happy giggle escapes from her mouth. A small hand reaches up to cover her smiling mouth, but a slightly louder laugh comes instead and she presses her hands around her cheeks to feel the heat grow in her face.
Warm water begins to seep at her ankles. Its heat makes this place feel even safer. The waves rise just enough so it reaches a little above her waist. Completely trusting, she leans back and lets the blue blanket catch her and hold her up. The fingers of the waves tickle the cheeks of her face as the water floats her small body on top of the water. Stretching out her arms beside her and above her head, she wades to hold herself there. No fear of herself falling under. She is safe in the water’s hands.
Just as she is warm enough and wants to say farewell to water’s arms, it slowly drains itself away and places her feet on the ground. Her short brown curls and soft clothing still carry remains of the water. Brushing a few drops off of the skin of her face, she smiles to thank the warmth she was just given. No place is happier. Life here in this circular room is perfect.
Bending her knees she kneels on the ground and sits back, crossing her legs and holding herself up with her hands. Leaning her head back, she opens her wispy lashes to look at the stars covering the ceiling. The sky is a dark black with a tinge of purple. Small speckles of light shine every once and a while and glow down at her.
The hum of the sky quiets her mind, but then an awkward sound appears. Footsteps. She never hears footsteps. This is her safe place. Leaning her head back down she opens her eyes just a crack. She takes in a worried breath as she sees not one, but at least ten pairs of shoes stepping towards her. Each pair of shoes, different sizes and colors, form a circle around her and close in.
Opening her eyes fully, she sees the faces of her intruders. These people she knows, they all share her blood. Next she sees hands, their hands stretching out to her. Hands big, some old, but all not offering help, but claws. This has never happened before. Usually it is just one pair of hands, one pair of claws. There has never been this many before.
Their jagged claws are close enough to touch her, in arms reach. Looking down from her feat, she moves a step away from the center. A small whimper escapes her mouth as she feels the loss of its safety. The hands lunge at her and she swerves to avoid each one.
As she runs from one pair of hands threatening her, she runs towards another. A small sense of hope appears when she gets away from the last pair, but is instantly crushed each time she reaches the next set and they grab for her just the same. It is only luck that she has avoided each hand every time.
But luck runs out. One of the hands finds her and pulls down her clothing that covers her lower half. She is partly bare before them, and embarrassed. Her face runs and hot and cold, and embarrassment and fear collide with each other. Dizziness fights at her as the colors on the wall start to swirl together fast and blend until the wall is an ugly shade.
She opens her mouth, “Stop!” She is hoping for this word to remind them of their intrusion, but instead each of their mouths laughs at her. There laughter gets louder and louder. It echoes in her ears and the soft hum from before is gone. As she runs by another hand in the circle, it tears off her top and the laughter grows louder.
And then there she is. Naked. All she can hear is laughter and footsteps growing closer. All she can see is the ugly, unrecognizable color of the walls. Her last bit of hope leaves as the kind, safe circular walls start to shift and turn. The wall bends back and quiver until she recognizes the shape they form. The fight in her ends as her safe circular world just turned into four harsh corners of a square.
All of its wonder is like a delicate food that fills your stomach and lulls you to sleep when you’re full. Warmth seeps from all of its sides, a soft glow of gold as evidence. The sun seems to warm the room just so. Just enough to feel like its rays are humming you to sleep.
She exhales. Her sigh is of comfort and ease. The safety here in the center causes her to feel light as a happy giggle escapes from her mouth. A small hand reaches up to cover her smiling mouth, but a slightly louder laugh comes instead and she presses her hands around her cheeks to feel the heat grow in her face.
Warm water begins to seep at her ankles. Its heat makes this place feel even safer. The waves rise just enough so it reaches a little above her waist. Completely trusting, she leans back and lets the blue blanket catch her and hold her up. The fingers of the waves tickle the cheeks of her face as the water floats her small body on top of the water. Stretching out her arms beside her and above her head, she wades to hold herself there. No fear of herself falling under. She is safe in the water’s hands.
Just as she is warm enough and wants to say farewell to water’s arms, it slowly drains itself away and places her feet on the ground. Her short brown curls and soft clothing still carry remains of the water. Brushing a few drops off of the skin of her face, she smiles to thank the warmth she was just given. No place is happier. Life here in this circular room is perfect.
Bending her knees she kneels on the ground and sits back, crossing her legs and holding herself up with her hands. Leaning her head back, she opens her wispy lashes to look at the stars covering the ceiling. The sky is a dark black with a tinge of purple. Small speckles of light shine every once and a while and glow down at her.
The hum of the sky quiets her mind, but then an awkward sound appears. Footsteps. She never hears footsteps. This is her safe place. Leaning her head back down she opens her eyes just a crack. She takes in a worried breath as she sees not one, but at least ten pairs of shoes stepping towards her. Each pair of shoes, different sizes and colors, form a circle around her and close in.
Opening her eyes fully, she sees the faces of her intruders. These people she knows, they all share her blood. Next she sees hands, their hands stretching out to her. Hands big, some old, but all not offering help, but claws. This has never happened before. Usually it is just one pair of hands, one pair of claws. There has never been this many before.
Their jagged claws are close enough to touch her, in arms reach. Looking down from her feat, she moves a step away from the center. A small whimper escapes her mouth as she feels the loss of its safety. The hands lunge at her and she swerves to avoid each one.
As she runs from one pair of hands threatening her, she runs towards another. A small sense of hope appears when she gets away from the last pair, but is instantly crushed each time she reaches the next set and they grab for her just the same. It is only luck that she has avoided each hand every time.
But luck runs out. One of the hands finds her and pulls down her clothing that covers her lower half. She is partly bare before them, and embarrassed. Her face runs and hot and cold, and embarrassment and fear collide with each other. Dizziness fights at her as the colors on the wall start to swirl together fast and blend until the wall is an ugly shade.
She opens her mouth, “Stop!” She is hoping for this word to remind them of their intrusion, but instead each of their mouths laughs at her. There laughter gets louder and louder. It echoes in her ears and the soft hum from before is gone. As she runs by another hand in the circle, it tears off her top and the laughter grows louder.
And then there she is. Naked. All she can hear is laughter and footsteps growing closer. All she can see is the ugly, unrecognizable color of the walls. Her last bit of hope leaves as the kind, safe circular walls start to shift and turn. The wall bends back and quiver until she recognizes the shape they form. The fight in her ends as her safe circular world just turned into four harsh corners of a square.
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