The Mouse With The Keys

( story done for a challenge of picking one of the many objects from the table. I chose the box of keys. )

Tiny little mice were running around in the field one sunny morning.
One of them, the smallest of them all, was staring up at the cloudless sky with the sun shining bright.
He was deep in thought, wishing that he could let his tiny little paws run around the open fields just as all the other mice did so easily.
This little mouse was different from all the rest.
He lived in the same world, he looked the same as the others but yet inside he felt so different.
Others viewed this mouse as strange, they all seen him in different ways.
To some he was such a happy mouse with a smile upon his face.
To some he was a fragile mouse, as fragile as the petal from a rose.
Some even thought he was a brave mouse, braver than the almighty lion king.
There was so many different views on this mouse, yet no one truly understood him.
This mouse found it so difficult to communicate to the world, he felt alone.
He had many friends but each held a very different key.
He carried around a small plastic box containing the different keys inside.
Some keys were big, some were small, while others were new, some remained old.
All of these keys which he kept so close, gave entrance into his untrusting heart.
Most of the keys were given to friends for when he was feeling happy.
He felt safe with the knowledge that they would never know of the pain he held within.
A few were given out for when he was feeling scared, he trusted very few to keep him protected from the bad.
There were so many different keys to so many different feelings that it became hard to keep them all inside this box.
Soon enough, the box began to over flow and he could no longer close the lid.
This plastic box was no longer a safe place for the keys and he began to panic, he began to feel insecure.
The mouse began to bury the keys in places no one would ever find.
But no more keys meant no more people could enter in nor out.
This mouse felt safest on his own, to himself he could be true.
He didn't have the constant worry of which masks would be wore today.
He didn't want a box of keys and he didn't want people close.
But yet, he felt sad being on his own.
The only thing that he could do was look up at the cloudless sky and the sun shining bright.
Wishing he could let his tiny little paws run around the open fields just as all the other mice did so easily.

Saffie
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17/7/12