the cold winds and the misty dampness for what felt like forever.
i was brought inside, pulled out of that black garbage bag and unwrapped from the thick layers of newspaper that was filled with old news, stories that had already lost their value. it may sound sad, but for me this was a moment of joy.
after waiting for a long time, i was able to breathe again. to take deep gulps of fresh but warm air, stretch my muscles up towards the white ceiling, to the sides, trying to grab the white walls that were, however, too far. or i was too small.
but i am ready to grow taller, wider 