The Cage Series -

I laughed. A broken, hollow sound. “I am in a cube with no doors. I cannot even stand without touching a wall.”

I stood there for a long time, breathing. The air tasted like soil and wildflowers. I cried, but the tears were not sad. They were the tears of something that had been folded for too long, finally allowed to unfold. the cage series

She dissolved into the light before I could answer. I laughed

The door swung open onto a hillside at dawn. Grass, wet with dew. A sky the color of a fresh bruise, bleeding into pink. In the distance, a dog barked—a happy sound, free and stupid and wonderful. I stepped through, and the door closed behind me with a soft click. I cannot even stand without touching a wall

I stood at the exact center, as I had done a thousand times before. But this time, I did not wait for the slot. Instead, I closed my eyes and dreamed— deliberately dreamed, the way one might flex a muscle. I imagined the door. The brass knob. The ivy. I imagined my hand closing around the metal, the cool weight of it, the click of the latch.