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[Woodman]

A twist away from freedom. Glistening silver, irreplaceable, it says so.  If only I had the key. A clothes hanger with some duct tape and friends. Click, Elation, pain and misery dissipate if only temporarily.  Open. A humid musk drenches the senses tingling the hair inside my nostrils I was too lazy to trim.

It was mine now.  Drawers on each side like treasure chests and enough space to do a jumping jack. I could finally sleep, but only for a moment.