I am looking at the world through a plastic bag and I feel separated from it.
A cellophane bubble wraps my head.
I am protected from the spills of life because of an unseen barrier.
But now I am suffocating.
The slow draw in and out of breath is quickly shortening.
Eventually I will die
Unless I can rip open the vacuum seal that seals me.
I gasp for air
But there's nothing to fill the void inside me.
I scream
But no one can hear me past the plastic
I fall
And I look to the sky to see a bird
Fly
I see it is free so I fly away too.
A breath of air fills my lungs and I float freely upward leaving the fluttering bag below.
