Casandra Chesser

Escape

The sunlight was fighting to stream through the plastic blinds, as she rolled over, stretching her arms over her head on the flimsy pillow. Outside, the city was wide awake; horns were blaring, people were shouting, and she could hear the occasional siren wailing by. Though the sheets she lay on were threadbare and faded, the old mattress thin and dirty, she still smiled to herself. There was something luxurious about lazing in bed. Though for most people, something as simple as a nap might be a regular activity, for her, it was daring, rebellious -- especially considering the state of her dingy flat.