Sometimes I am lucky. Sometimes I am good. Sometimes I am happy.

I woke up at approximately half past whenever. I look out my window. It’s an inch and a half thick. Bulletproof. Me proof. Brown leaves scatter the ground outside. This widow faces a lake. A Forrest surrounding the lake. It looks like a place people would vacation to get away from the world. Quiet, peaceful, secluded. All of a sudden I hear a familiar click. The electric has been turned back on. Soon I will hear foot steps. Soon I will learn if I’m lucky or not. I sit on my mattress. It’s dirty and plain. But still the softest thing in the room. I click the TV on. It hasn’t played any shows since the last time I was unlucky. Punishment or permanent I’m not sure. Maybe both. I reach my hands forward, and lightly touch the static. The fuzzy feeling in my fingers stay there. It feels good to be touched by something I have the power in. To know what I touch can’t hurt me. I will hold my hands here for hours if I can. It helps me feel.

Creak. Creak.

Steps.

Creak creak creak.

Louder steps.

Clank

Unlocked

Creeeeeaaaaaak.

Door open.

“Are you ready to play”

I guess I’m unlucky today.