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Friday, June 01, 2012

Locked Up Free

Category: Life

The fact that I could lock the door is probably the thing that stands out the most. It was a very shabby little room, in a cheap guesthouse, but they had given me a key and I could bolt the room from the inside. It was clean, and no one could get in. 
I couldn’t really believe it. I’m not stupid, never have been, never had been; I remember wondering at my own wonderment and my own tears, that no one could get into this room. 
I sat on the edge of the bed, which was just a mattress on some wooden planks. There was a TV, which I could turn on and put on any channel that I wanted to. There was a bathroom. 
I could stay up as long as I wanted to. No one could come storming in and yell at me for staying up too late.
This room belonged to me. 
I was still afraid; my fear was normal.  I sat on the edge of the bed and cried.

Posted by julianyway on 06/01 at 05:06 PM | Permalink
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