Reality of Daydreams

Escape of the Parakeet

After Daggers left I decided to have a bit of fun with Fred. But before that, I was eased from my sitting position back to lying down on the cot. I compiled, figuring out Fred was a medical man of some sort. In my defense, he started babbling first. (but honestly, I should have known better.) I decided to do the dumbest thing I think I've ever done. I mimicked whatever Fred said back to him. After doing it once I got an odd look from him. In my defence, I was sleep deprived, in pain, and mostly freaked out by everything. After doing it again, this time a bit louder, he stopped talking for a bit while unwrapping my ankle. Which only stung a lot. I mumbled something that I had heard mustache say the other day, I think. Fred stopped and just stared at me. Oops. It was like that for almost an unbearable amount of time until I pretended to be in sudden pain. (smart I know.) To make it more realistic I moved my ankle a bit causing actual pain. (dumb, I know.) 

After that fiasco, I gave up. If it was embarrassing with only one audience member it had to have been bad. I shut my eyes for a bit, feeling the familiar numbness around my ankle. I wanted so badly to talk. To actually speak to them. Ask questions. Understand them. But I couldn't. I needed someone to answer back to me and my annoying jabs. I'm tired of talking. With no one.

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I must have fallen asleep in my self-pity because when I finally opened my eyes it was morning. People were bustling in and out of the tent. (Which was larger than I had originally thought) I was sleeping on my right side, my back facing one of the walls of the tent. The men and women were carrying boxes that were lying about out of the tent. Having a sudden interest in escaping, I began to scoot closer and closer to the edge of the cot. Feeling the tarp wall against my back give away little, I waited till all backs were turned before falling under the cot. A great idea in theory, but with so many variables not taken into account I was destined for failure. My ankle had begun to burn. I held my breath. Nothing. 

HaHa, Success!  

Well, kinda. Besides my on fire ankle, my back had landed on a root of some sort and I was pretty much a blanket burrito at the moment. Watching for feet from under the cot, I began to unravel the scratchy blanket. Once I did, I was freezing. For some reason unknown to me I decided with my burning foot and freezing body it would eventually even out. And just like that, I shrugged it off and began to army crawl from under to cot to an area snug against the tarp wall.

An army crawl to freedom.

As I moved through the claustrophobic passage, of moist grass, I felt the tarp give way. I had most likely loosened the pins, or whatever was keeping it up. The whole plan was starting to look up, until I had a very logical need to steal some clothes. (I was shivering so much I'm still surprised no one had caught me.)

Noticing a uniform hanging out from one of the boxes ahead of me, I crawled a bit faster reaching out to grab it. I got it. But so did someone else.

Again, oops.

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A/N

Same old same old... But at least I don't have "school" for a week. 

(still got hw though... ugh)  

Yes, I am aware that this chapter was a tiny, tiny, TINY, bit sloppy, (ok alot) but my mind is kinda in a jumble right now (with it being daylight savings or something) so deal with it until I, one day, have a chance to go over EVERYTHING and fix it!

again I shall return, tomorrow it shall be, until the night has fallen and parakeets have...  fleed...yeah

Ok, Goodnight!