Frustrated with myself, I turned towards the window and
stared out at the sky. It would be dusk in another hour or two. The
sky was a beautiful blue with wispy clouds. The sky had always been
my escape when I had no where else to go. I could look at the sky,
ponder, loose myself, try to forget or even remember. The sky was my
freedom when I had none. The key to my cage. My hope when I was
hopeless. I relied on the sky to be my escape, my allie when I need
one. The sky saw the tears I used to cry, saw the void in my soul. I
began loosing myself in the sky, pondering what to do about Piper.
Keep her with me or toss her out or maybe find her someplace else to
go. In my daze, I heard a small, almost invisible voice, telling me
to keep her with me. I battled inside me, giving myself the pros and
cons of keeping her. When I came out of my daze, it was already
seven-thirty, the sky was beginning to get dark and I had come to a
decision.
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