I could feel my heart pumping, my hands going sweaty and my eyes darting left and right.
Paper was dampening in my hands, I had no way out. I could hear the construction in my head, houses going up around me, enclosing and suffocating me.
I walked down a couple of lanes, darting in and out of free parking, avoiding the houses and hotels surrounding me. It felt too suburbia, it felt too expensive, almost like I was stuck, living in the hub of a big game…
Suddenly a police officer stopped me. Pale as milk, yet imposing in his blue uniform, he beckoned me forward. Slowly, I walked up, not even knowing I had done something wrong.
Bound and gagged, he tossed me into a dark jail cell, with a small passage for visitors. Huh. Who would visit me?
Go Bake Yourself 