Fat Ugly Lies

Chapter 18

It seemed that I had fallen asleep,
At some point that night,
And it must've been quite a fitful one,
For I'd managed to roll off my bed.

And upon waking up,
I didn't know what to think,
I was on uncomfortably hard ground,
Wrapped tightly in fabric,
(I wasn't certain if they were blankets at the time)

It was pitch black,
And I found it particularly difficult to move.

Now because of these things,
I became slightly frightened,
My first assumption was that if been kidnapped and tied up,
Or something along those lines,

But I dismissed those thoughts,
They were incredibly stupid,
Who in their right mind would kidnap me?
And there was also the small things that told me I was in my room,

For example,
The smell,
I liked to mix and match perfume and mists,
Generally things that smelt nice,
And spray them around my room,

It made me feel quite girly and giddy,
And that was what my room smelt like,
The elegant smell of teenage girls' hopes and dreams.
That smell told me that I was in my room.

Then there was the awkward texture of my blanket.
I was intent on the idea,
A few years back,
Of making my own duvet cover,
And bought patches of different material on different colours,

There was silk, cotton, satin,
Blues, purples, greens,
It was an artistic mess,
And I loved it.

But reminiscing aside,
After being rational and using common sense,
I realised that I was safe,
In my room,

Which also meant I had to go to school,
Goddamnit,
Now the idea of being kidnapped didn't seem so bad,
I'd rather be kidnapped or held hostage,

Than have to go to school,
So yeah,
Criminals if you can hear me,
Please come take me away.