Last years girl...
You have one sanctuary. Your favourite. It looks like half a golden heart and you wonder who belongs to the other half. You dream of finding out one day. You feel you will most certainly die of tiredness but the MacDonald's playground is always open. The sky drips your colours over the cruel earth– blue loneliness, orange fear, pink hope. Other kid's early morning screams pierce through your skull, but their laughter washes over you like a warm blanket. The yellow tunnel isn't always free, but it's warm and safe and you've got a wicked punch that scares even the older kids.
Curl up as small as you can. Mommy will notice you're gone soon.