My life in the box

I live in a box. My world may seem strange to you. But, it’s not as bad as you think. It does have holes in it which lends me some fresh air from time-to-time. You may think I must be scared of the big-burly cat living on the outside but I am not. We are kind of best friends.

I can listen to all the chatter from outside.  But now I can close my ears whenever I want to without anyone seeing. The holes, I must reveal now, ain’t my best friends either. They complicate things for me because I can’t feel the total darkness here because of them. Just when I am about to, rays of sun from these holes try to illuminate it down here for me as if I am some impotent chap, not capable of doing that on my own. They just don’t get it! So if they are not going to stop playing this naïve game, they are going to get a worthy opponent in me. And so in retrospect, I plastered few of them with black paper.

But now, right this moment, I want to live out in the open again, enjoy the warmth, the fleece of the world outside of the box is offering. The cold down here has been hurting me, I just didn’t know. My eyes are swell from the darkness.

So, I take a look at the world through the crack on the top of the box, and I am blinded. Blinded by so much light outside. I can’t accommodate myself to it ,now, can I? Atleast not soon enough. But I know I can do it. It’s just that the life here inside the box has been pretty comfortable otherwise and giving that up won’t be easy.

Since then I have been hanging in between ! 

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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:

Crack : a narrow break : fissure     

        : a narrow opening —used figuratively in phrases like fall through the cracks to describe one that has been improperly or inadvertently ignored or left out 

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