Drink it up. Cool crisp water trickles into my body waking me from an eternal slumber. I stretch, still encased, still surrounded, testing the boundaries around me. They move, only a fraction of an inch but I relax. The sleepy haze that I had awoken in enveloped me again and the soft sound of moving water lulled me back into a trance.
…
My legs ached. I stretched again, wary of the restraints I had encountered before and was surprised to find I could move. As I shifted my weight down towards my legs, they grew ever so slightlyand the welcome relief of space flooded my mind. The weariness left, the urgency sunk in. The soft sound of the water again heightened my senses and left me refreshed for something more. I turned my head upward but only darkness consumed my gaze. Stuck. I was stuck in this position, my every growing legs urging me upwards towards something completely unnattainable.
I let my thoughts take me then. What was waiting for me up when the light finally reached my unseeing eyes? I felt out with my arms but again was kept from moving much. There was the water as well, ever present. I couldn’t get away from it, but I found myself uncaring that its presence was there. It was warmer as well. Now that my legs were stretched out, and ever moving towards stability I could feel the warmth of it all. `I sighed, the way I only knew how to sigh and curled in on myself once again. There would be another day, another time when the light would finally reach my eyes and I would have my chance to be free.
The last thought that went through my mind before darkness took me again was simple: I hope the water doesn’t stop.
…
‘Your hand is free, wake up little one.’ I jolted awake, my head hitting the restraints again. They moved a few inches this time but still kept me safely at bay. My legs had stretched out as far as they could go for a while, the soft warm caress of the trickle of water sating their undying need to move and be free. ‘Your hand is free.’ The thought coursed through me again and flexed. My right hand moved ever so slightly, reaching further toward the warmth I so desperately craved. I felt something new tingle through my body.
The water sated me, it flew over and around and threw me. It caused me to wake from my slumber, caused me to yearn for something that not even I understood. This new warmth from the light that hovered above destroyed all meaning. I needed to reach out and be in it. I needed the light to release me. It gave me energy to reach farther; more of my right hand pushing through the moistness of the trickle of the water.I tested my left hand. It was close to breaking free. “If only I could see where I was going!” I wanted to scream but no words formed on my lips and I was given silence again.
My right hand warmed again though and suddenly my left one pushed up beside it. Two miniscule stubs in an unknown world was all the reassurance I had for my future. I wiggled both of my hands testing out their strength and was overwhelmed by my lack of energy. Where my hands were stretched out, cold welcomed them and I sighed again. I knew the feeling of fatigue as it washed over me and I settled in defeated. Resting my head against the walls of my prison, though faintly there, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me. My hands curled in on themselves craving the warmth of my once prison and the darkness came.
…
There’s not much to do while one is trapped and moving ever slowly towards an almost unnattainable target. I thought a lot over the next few days about where I was, what I was doing in this place and even thoughts of who I was went through my mind. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why I was trapped in such a deep dark place. My legs moved centimeters a day but the dull ache they used to have had now moved to the back of my mind. My arms reached out more now but I couldn’t get my head above the darkness.
The warmth was my hope. Everyday I would wake up, my arms reaching as far as they could and pulling as much energy in as I could I’d wiggle a little upwards, a little closer to everlasting life. I wondered if I was the only one who was a slave to this yearning. My need to be out of this, although the bonds of my prison were almost gone, was diar. I would grow frustrated at times, forcing my body into the unnatural rythem of moving back and forth. Othertimes I would close in on myself, the sadness of it all not enough to even get me to reach out my hands for energy I so desperately needed. All hope would flit quietly out of my body and in its place was despair.
Then there were the days where I let nature run its course. I would not wiggleany more than necessary, just allow my body to reach it’s self toward the common goal of freedom. It was these days where I got the farthest in my transition upwards. I was so close now! Any day I would pop through this barrier and be free with my hands to seek the warmth that would come everday. I needed this. My life depended on it.
…
I took my time waking up this morning. Days ran together now, what problem could there be with me sleeping in. I didn’t notice that as my head lolled back in forth, shaking the black of sleep from my form, the ability to move it in multiple directions became easier and easier. My hands slithered away from my body, another movement that didn’t make me realize that something had changed. It wasn’t until my eyes fluttered open, the suddeness of light flooding through that I realized that I had broken through. I had broken through! Energy spread through my body as my head turned towards the light.
Light petals of yellow that surrounded my face fell open soaking up as much of the force as possible. I could feel the energy travel down my body and to my feet which reacted instinctively, digging deeper down into the soft soil I had been placed in. My hands flared out, green veins pulsating and soaked in the light as well and my body arched upwards. Although planted I was sated. I saw the world as something different. All my life I had thought I was trapped, all my life all I had known was darkness and the soft trickle of water.
My gaze, dreamy and uncaring, took in my surroundings as more of me, or like me, awoke to a brand new day. ‘Brothers and sisters…’ I thought taking in my surroundings. Meaning formed. I knew what I was, I knew how I had been created, I knew why I yearned for this warmth of light from the sun. Yes that was what it was called, the sun. Again my head tilted back and the energy from the sun enveloped me. Sure, I was still trapped but I could see and I could feel and you know what? Being a pansy felt just right to me.
…
My legs ached. I stretched again, wary of the restraints I had encountered before and was surprised to find I could move. As I shifted my weight down towards my legs, they grew ever so slightlyand the welcome relief of space flooded my mind. The weariness left, the urgency sunk in. The soft sound of the water again heightened my senses and left me refreshed for something more. I turned my head upward but only darkness consumed my gaze. Stuck. I was stuck in this position, my every growing legs urging me upwards towards something completely unnattainable.
I let my thoughts take me then. What was waiting for me up when the light finally reached my unseeing eyes? I felt out with my arms but again was kept from moving much. There was the water as well, ever present. I couldn’t get away from it, but I found myself uncaring that its presence was there. It was warmer as well. Now that my legs were stretched out, and ever moving towards stability I could feel the warmth of it all. `I sighed, the way I only knew how to sigh and curled in on myself once again. There would be another day, another time when the light would finally reach my eyes and I would have my chance to be free.
The last thought that went through my mind before darkness took me again was simple: I hope the water doesn’t stop.
…
‘Your hand is free, wake up little one.’ I jolted awake, my head hitting the restraints again. They moved a few inches this time but still kept me safely at bay. My legs had stretched out as far as they could go for a while, the soft warm caress of the trickle of water sating their undying need to move and be free. ‘Your hand is free.’ The thought coursed through me again and flexed. My right hand moved ever so slightly, reaching further toward the warmth I so desperately craved. I felt something new tingle through my body.
The water sated me, it flew over and around and threw me. It caused me to wake from my slumber, caused me to yearn for something that not even I understood. This new warmth from the light that hovered above destroyed all meaning. I needed to reach out and be in it. I needed the light to release me. It gave me energy to reach farther; more of my right hand pushing through the moistness of the trickle of the water.I tested my left hand. It was close to breaking free. “If only I could see where I was going!” I wanted to scream but no words formed on my lips and I was given silence again.
My right hand warmed again though and suddenly my left one pushed up beside it. Two miniscule stubs in an unknown world was all the reassurance I had for my future. I wiggled both of my hands testing out their strength and was overwhelmed by my lack of energy. Where my hands were stretched out, cold welcomed them and I sighed again. I knew the feeling of fatigue as it washed over me and I settled in defeated. Resting my head against the walls of my prison, though faintly there, I closed my eyes and let sleep take me. My hands curled in on themselves craving the warmth of my once prison and the darkness came.
…
There’s not much to do while one is trapped and moving ever slowly towards an almost unnattainable target. I thought a lot over the next few days about where I was, what I was doing in this place and even thoughts of who I was went through my mind. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why I was trapped in such a deep dark place. My legs moved centimeters a day but the dull ache they used to have had now moved to the back of my mind. My arms reached out more now but I couldn’t get my head above the darkness.
The warmth was my hope. Everyday I would wake up, my arms reaching as far as they could and pulling as much energy in as I could I’d wiggle a little upwards, a little closer to everlasting life. I wondered if I was the only one who was a slave to this yearning. My need to be out of this, although the bonds of my prison were almost gone, was diar. I would grow frustrated at times, forcing my body into the unnatural rythem of moving back and forth. Othertimes I would close in on myself, the sadness of it all not enough to even get me to reach out my hands for energy I so desperately needed. All hope would flit quietly out of my body and in its place was despair.
Then there were the days where I let nature run its course. I would not wiggleany more than necessary, just allow my body to reach it’s self toward the common goal of freedom. It was these days where I got the farthest in my transition upwards. I was so close now! Any day I would pop through this barrier and be free with my hands to seek the warmth that would come everday. I needed this. My life depended on it.
…
I took my time waking up this morning. Days ran together now, what problem could there be with me sleeping in. I didn’t notice that as my head lolled back in forth, shaking the black of sleep from my form, the ability to move it in multiple directions became easier and easier. My hands slithered away from my body, another movement that didn’t make me realize that something had changed. It wasn’t until my eyes fluttered open, the suddeness of light flooding through that I realized that I had broken through. I had broken through! Energy spread through my body as my head turned towards the light.
Light petals of yellow that surrounded my face fell open soaking up as much of the force as possible. I could feel the energy travel down my body and to my feet which reacted instinctively, digging deeper down into the soft soil I had been placed in. My hands flared out, green veins pulsating and soaked in the light as well and my body arched upwards. Although planted I was sated. I saw the world as something different. All my life I had thought I was trapped, all my life all I had known was darkness and the soft trickle of water.
My gaze, dreamy and uncaring, took in my surroundings as more of me, or like me, awoke to a brand new day. ‘Brothers and sisters…’ I thought taking in my surroundings. Meaning formed. I knew what I was, I knew how I had been created, I knew why I yearned for this warmth of light from the sun. Yes that was what it was called, the sun. Again my head tilted back and the energy from the sun enveloped me. Sure, I was still trapped but I could see and I could feel and you know what? Being a pansy felt just right to me.
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