Stopping in the middle of the room, I dropped to the floor. A soft orange light
coming from the hallway crept across the room to meet the darkness seeping in
at the window. Slowly, I found myself moving. I stretched, contorting my body,
finding muscles long unused, straining into shapes with no name. And, pushing
against the night, I burned.

I stood, and caught myself in a mirror, shirt clinging to shaking ribs, heart
beneath resounding. I was as a beast released, too long caged in the small
private places of city living, unable to move for fear of upsetting some
delicate something. It was momentary, no true freedom to be found between
beige walls, but a hope for things to come.