She sat in the middle of the meadow, surrounded by rows and rows of lilies. The sun shone down or her, engulfing her with a gentle warmth. As she soaked in the endless supply of Vitamin D, a light breeze swept across her face, leaving the most pleasant tingling sensation on her skin. She was serenaded by the chirping of the blue jays, and the buzzing of the honey bees. She witnessed the wonders of Mother Nature, and was in awe at the sight of the little creatures diligently working on their respective tasks.
She shut her eyes and took a deep breath to consume all of the greatness that was surrounding her. As she opened her eyes slowly, with the most satisfied smile plastered on her face, she was greeted by the four familiar walls of her room. She was at home, the place that she so comfortably lived in ever since the day she was born. Yet, she was immediately thrown into convulsions. How could she ever be satisfied with home after having a taste of paradise? Her mind drifted to the times when she was ever so free bathing in the sunlight. And how she was so cruelly wrenched from such a reality. A sudden surge of claustrophobia fell upon her. The walls of her room started closing in on her. She crouched into a ball, making herself as small as possible. She wrapped her arms around each other and started peeling her skin repulsively.
She screamed and bled, and screamed and bled. But even so, the pain was incomparable to what she felt inside.
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