Short Stories

Finding the Clouds

Written by: Anonymous

     I feel trapped, as if I'm in a box. He walla are closing in on me, taking away all the oxygen and all the hope I have left, until there's nothing left but emptiness, and the deep cold dark.
     But I will not lose hope
     I gather ask my strength and courage and try to push down the wall with my bare hands. It doesn't even budge. I turn around, looking for an answer, but find nothing. That's when I notice a small ray of light streaming through the bottom of the corner. They are still closing in, getting closer and closer, but their pace has gotten much slower. I try aging, this time towards that ray of light. Soon there's a slight crumble in the wall and next there's a fist sized hole. I try again and again, I refuse to give up!
     Before I know it the light is so blinding that's can hardly see. I realize the hole is big enough for me to fit through easily. I slide through and shield my eyes from the bright, yellow sun. Once my eyes adjust, I notice the clouds. The clouds... They are just wandering around. They have no destination, no worries, they just go. They have no idea where they will be tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.
    Suddenly the brightness is gone and I wake up in my room. I jump out of bed, now I have my answer.