Over the Kitten Puzzle

There is no feeling better than that of knowing you’re about to be free. As an incomplete thought I remember, “…and all I can think of is the shock of teal hair that tugged at my heartstrings.” To feel lost in the maze of insanity and strictly prompted progressions, of medications and misinformation, they all wander the white halls with more than a little care. It’s a prison some welcome, and others despise. Here I sit, poised and at the ready, with only the feeling of overwhelming claustrophobia, finding relief in the knowledge I’ve yet an hour to go. She chats, and I listen. The puzzle before us making its face known, and I smile. To think of what lead to this moment is more than a bit frightening. I’m proud to be here now, and scared to leave this place I hate. Sitting in a basket, perched on a pile of leaves, the kitten smiles at me. I could live in this feeling for a while.