Free


She knows I can’t get out, can’t go anywhere unless she wants me to and she loves the power that comes with that knowledge. Here I sit bored and frustrated. I dream of all the things I’d rather be doing, all the places I’d love to go to. But she is in charge of my destiny and she is always in such a hurry. We’re always late she says over and over like a self-fulfilling mantra. So we rush everywhere, faster and faster until I feel sick, the bile gathers in the pit of my stomach and churns like butter, I think of it and all at once it shoots upward toward my gullet but I quickly swallow it back, she doesn’t like vomit, it disturbs her greatly even makes her weep and I know from experience it does not pay to upset her.
Up and down bump bump bang, I am a mountain goat without the grace, a mountain bike without the brakes. The stench of my life chokes me, the constant noise infects my innocent mind, but yet I sleep, somehow I manage this and when I awaken I am still here, still trapped by my uselessness, but not for long, this much I know, I’ve seen the future and soon, very soon she will not longer be my master. One day my legs will carry me as fast as she can and I will out run her and then I will be my own master, I will bid farewell to this foul stained chair of mine, soon, very soon after all on my next birthday I will be three.