My second entry for November’s “freedom” theme, on the lighter side of things:
Outside there’s a fresh breeze, or so you imagine. You can see the rustle of leaves and the ruffled feathers on birds clinging to branches. But you can’t touch. You can’t feel the wind. Only imagine. It has been like this for almost as long as you can remember. Meanwhile, you languish. You waste away. There is nothing you can do. And then, after what seems like years, finally, finally someone comes. They open the door for you. You are free. You sniff at the air, stretch out your paws, yawn, curl up and go to sleep on the sofa.