Closing my eyes, I could imagine myself squeezing under a wall that either touched the floor or had only a small opening. This was a way to escape those who were after me. Once after performing this impossible feat, I opened my eyes to a large gymnasium-like room covered in pop corn. I ate my way through it as to enter the room completely. My mouth was as full as a hamster stupidly packing his mouth with seeds.

I stood and behind me was a large gate blocking the entrance or exit. A small space was opened at the top and those chasing me taunted me that I could not retrieve what I had left behind. I jumped up, almost floating, stretching one leg through the opening with grace. I acted in spite because there was nothing I took back to the popcorn room with me.

Rocks, boulders, covered the large mass of a cliff that once was a skyscraper’s roof. A large explosion jolted me back down into a ditch. I clawed at the cold, wet clay inclining toward the blast. I told those around me that I must scrape a cross-hatching pattern, creating enough traction to rise up. The grit and my strain working together urged me on to reach the top.

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