Safety

He opened an eye, then opened the other, doing it the way he has been used to for years when waking up.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face. It has been so long since he had slept that well, that deeply.

He took a look around him. Just as he had demanded, he was in a wide clean room, the walls seemed to be very strong and robust. He looked up and the moonlight reached his eyes through the small opening on the ceiling.

He nodded, as if he wanted to show how much more satisfied he was.

This was exactly what he wanted, what he asked for: a safe place.

But it didn’t took him long to realize that room contained nothing more than the bed he had been sleeping on, and a water pitcher resting in a corner.

After taking an even closer look, he noticed that the room didn’t have any doors or windows. The ground was cold and impenetrable. Only that hole on the roof, way too high, out of his reach.

He screamed until he was voiceless. His soul has been torn.

There was no way he could escape that safe place. He was trapped. And he would spent what remained of his life in that safe place, unable to breathe.