I am in the basement like every night, every morning, every day. I am small and scared. The stairs are broken and everything is too huge to climb up out of this room. I am trapped. This basement is not dark, the monsters that reside in it do not seek the shelter of shadows to exist. The monsters live upstairs on their thrones and I am at their mercy. If they decide to feed me then I am forever grateful, but forever treated stupid and clumsy. How dare I make a mess in this dusty terrible basement. At this moment I am sleeping, but not soundly. I am forever in this basement. I look up and imagine the sky and I yearn for it. It does not have to be blue but I unconditionally love it. I have a silly idea to make wings out of boards, the very same kind of boards that the monsters who live upstairs would sometimes use to beat my siblings with. As a tool of pain and hurt couldn't they also be used as a tool for freedom? I tie the boards to my two small arms. It is clunky and embarrassing but I am desperate. I have spent too many years in this basement and now that years have gone by in my waking hours that I have been free from the physical basement, In my mind when I sleep I have spent too many years here. I must leave, I must. I flap as hard as I can, at first it doesn't work but then I get this fuzzy feeling in my head and I begin to float. I flap so hard that the boards fall off and I fly up, leaving that dusty basement forever.
I wake up and realize I've been free for years now.