Today was the day, I had a good feeling.
I got up as early as 7:00 am to fix up some breakfast for myself. Just the usual: scrambled eggs mixed with a bit of ham, a banana muffin, and a cup of coffee. While everyone else was sleeping in, I sat outside by the garden table to enjoy the fresh morning air. I was pretty much an early bird. I brought my jar with me as well, admiring the cocoon inside.
About two weeks ago I discovered a wayward stranger on my windowsill: a fuzzy little caterpillar. I've always had a strange fascination with insects. Beetles, dragonflies, cicadas, you name it. But I have a soft spot for butterflies, and so I decided to keep the caterpillar. I made a cozy little sanctuary for it and everything. It must feel nice and snug, being all wrapped up in its cocoon. I knew this day would come, and I was happy to set it free, but a part of me was feeling a bit wistful, too.
In a way I was like a caterpillar, waiting for the day I break free from my own cocoon. I wondered what I would become then…
Soon enough, the cocoon began to wriggle, and out came a beautiful butterfly. I opened the lid, watching as it fluttered away toward the sun, free to go wherever it wanted…
Somehow, watching it go made me think of Sheik. Would she be there for me when it was my turn to break free?
