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It was a dark and rainy Sunday afternoon when Jack realized he was alone in his room.  No one around to talk to, listen to, or speak to; but only did he have his stuff animals to talk to him.  He opens the shades of his room, but he couldn’t open them.  There were none.  He went to the door…and again, he couldn’t.  So he felt confused even more.  He walks over to his bed realizing that the bed is gone and all he had on the floor was a mattress with all of the springs popping out.  He cried in silence, “What in the world am I?  Is this my room?”  He ponders and see that all the way up near the ceiling is a small opening…perhaps a window of some sort.

The next day, he realizes he is not in his room anymore, but a room with grey walls and a metal door.  He goes to the door and realizes he cannot get out.  It must be locked from the out.  So, he starts knocking on it, nothing.  He pounds on it, nothing again.  He tries to climb to the small window, but falls down.  He ponders, “There must be a way out, there just have to be.”

Several hours have passed and he still cannot get out.  The from behind him, the shadow from under door comes closer and it opens, not knowing who is behind him.  The door opens, and he wakes up from a dream.  He was afraid in the dream and trapped in a cell where no light was coming to him.  His mom walks in, “Sweetie, are you okay?  Your trenched in sweat.”

“I’m okay mom, yea, I had another nightmare”

April 15, 2007