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I feel a pressure, an urge to be let out.
I push the doors but I am trapped.
I squeeze myself through the gap, I am a squeak, a rattling cough.
I force the doors to fly open.
Deep breaths make me fly into the darkness.
I stay strong and still and calm.
I stand tall and release.
I am flying and diving and jumping.
I want to go further.
I want to travel.
I want to be free.
Suddenly I am in the world, in space, in the air.
I can see people and feel people.
I can hear myself, loud and clear.
Then I shrink.
I flatten and disappear.
I don’t want to go.
It is the end.
I leave, my shell left with a satisfying sting and tingle.
It is over.



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