Time to Sleep
It was a quarter past twelve and the gentle and soothing light of the waning moon shown through the bars on my bedroom window. I knew too soon I would be getting to sleep, to join the others, but it was such a wonder and marvelous thought to be turning 17 finally. The age of majority in the world for which I had begun to call my home but 6 years prior to this day.
A faint flutter and shifting from my periphery brought my familiar into my focus, she was a beautiful and intelligent being. To this day I'm not quite sure how I would have done without her. I couldn't quite see her but I knew she was there always watching over me. Caring in her strange and unique way. A silent but continuous sentinel.
Turning my attention once more out the window I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders and chains once locked around my wrist were released. It must be the knowledge that through the trials and tribulations I have survived, somehow, with only the barest of my sanity.
Turning my head, with the strength I still had, I faced the ceiling of my small simple room. I knew I didn't need to be here anymore and I could now leave if I so wished, but it seemed fitting somehow to be here to make sure that this was were I rested today.
The paint on the ceiling while dull and truly would hold nothing of interest to another held be captivated by all I could envision waiting just beyond my sight. All I needed to do was shut my eyes and there they were, all the people in my life I had ever truly loved and called family, most only know to me by pictures waving gently from frames. Waiting with gentle smiles and tears in some eyes. I could feel my chest constrict, tight with a feeling I wasn't quite sure I could name, and then it was released and I stepped towards them and I knew I was home.
