fresh air-theme
As a child I fell asleep in a confined space, sometimes I would awake sweaty with nightmares. Sometimes I would awake thinking I was home, and there was no war. Then I would realize I was in a stale dusty aired attic, without freedom.
Most people these days may not appreciate their freedom until until it is taken away for whatever reason.
Fresh air used to be insignificant to me, until I no longer experinced it.
Anne
I know that feeling of confined spaces to the point of part of my illness of dreams
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