The night sky was one of nature's most breath-taking phenomena.
Sitting on the ledge below the clearing eye, I peered out at the star-studded expanse of black, blue space; filled with its twinkling bodies. The sky was filled with them tonight. And most importantly, she was there too.
The most noticeable body in the sky, it was the main event to this spectacular show that nature held every night. She was surrounded by stars of course, but she shone the brightest among them. There she was, a round, white glowing ball that stalked up stark in the middle of it all. I forgot what Mother called it. I think she said it was a more. Or was it a....mo? I couldn't remember the name of it. I'll ask Mother about it tomorrow.
Anyways, the white, glowing ball wasn't always up there. Some nights she was there, some nights she wasn't. But tonight, she was showing off, shinning in her luminous beauty. Bright, brilliant, and up so high above all of us, just looking down on everything that was smaller than her.
I began to imagine the view from up there. It must have been so breathtaking. So empowering to be in a position where everything else was smaller than you. The flowers, the clouds, the holdings. The dogs, the cats, the birds...Everything. All of those things were so minuscule in comparison to the more. Or the min. The mon? Whatever it was called..... it had so much power and influence from where it was, even though it only ever came out at night.
Contemplating on its position and size a deep, bitter jealousy began to stir inside of me.
"Why couldn't I be that big and high up? Bigger and better than everyone else..." whispering to myself I sighed deeply, resting my hand on my chin and continuing to immerse myself in the night sky. There was nothing bigger, or better in comparison to her. She had nothing to be afraid of, and certainly nothing to be ashamed of.
The mo didn't have to spend its days digging about in garbage bins to find something to eat. Didn't have to scour cupboards for rice and sugar grains or crumbs. Didn't have to squeeze under fridges or between cramped spaces all to hide from Giants.
Didn't have to look out for poisonous foods. Didn't have to sneak under furniture. Wasn't constantly told and preached about how small and minuscule its existence was, and how it had to be extra careful because everything else was stronger, faster, and bigger than it.
In other words, it wasn't a rodent. It was its big, towering, magical self.
She stood outside in the fresh, cool air at night, and she went wherever she wanted to in the sky, whenever she wanted; she never stood at the same place.
Sometimes she would be a half. Other times she would be curved, leaned on the side, like the shape of the pizza crust when Cheesy took a bite out of it.
She would be in the middle of the sky, or she would be to the far left or the far right, but whenever she wanted to, she would step to another place.
She wasn't stuck or confined anywhere, and nobody restricted her from going where she was destined to go. She did whatever she wanted.
I would sell my soul to have such freedoms...
Instead, I was stick in this giant's box of a prison he called a house. Well, it was a huge place really, that could hold maybe even over a thousand rodents.
It was still a prison for me.
I was born here; I was raised here. I took my first steps in this holdings, and I had never gone any other place.
In sad truth, this was the only place I knew.
Of course, I had stepped outside before. On the patio, a bit down on the steps. As far as two inches out into the grassland that was in front of the yard.
But I never got to...roam! To run about in the grass. To climb trees.
To eat fruit from those trees. To have adventures...
Mother forbade it. She said we simply weren't ready, that she had lived this rodent life her whole life and it was too dangerous out there, that we were better off being stuck in a house with this miserable existence of scrapping in bins and hiding to get food.
"So the only thing I have is this..this is the closest I can get to being free...'' I opened my paw and pressed it against the clear eye, grateful that it was there to show me what I was missing from the outside.
The clear eye was a huge rectangular thing, with translucent, solid material that allowed one to see the front yard and the porch, the garden, and the trees of the lush surrounding area. We called it the clear eye because it was like looking through the eyes of the house. Rising my snout, I looked up at it in its entirety, following the white pane that encompassed around its four corners.
I was happy that I got to at least see outside... but time was passing me by...
The days were long and boring. The nights were slow and drawn out. I spent most of my nights out here when everyone else was asleep. I had to. It was the only chance I would get to sneak away. If Mother ever found out that I was sneaking out she would hang me by my tail....
The routine everyday was the same. Wake up, go out to the kitchen to get breakfast, (If Mother hadn't already had everything prepared by the table) wash up, play games, talk smack until it was dinner time.
Eat. Shit. Talk more nonsense. Hear terrifying stories about the outside. Then it was supper time. Then, I ended up here.
Every day, every night, in and out.
I was tired of playing boardgames with my brothers and going out into the kitchen for food. I wanted to go outside and climb trees. I wanted to eat those fruits I saw high up on their limbs. I wanted to feel the cool breeze going through my fur, feel the heat of the sun pelting on my back. Plus, there were no Giants out there...
I want my freedom.
"I have to get out of here... "I grumbled lowly, easing my paw off the clear eye. It was getting late. I had better sneak back in before Mother woke up...
I huffed and straightened up, turning my behind off the ledge and sticking my claws into the wooden wall, taking my steps to climb down.
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