Growing

After a much needed rest I stretched my aching limbs, rubbing the poorly wrapped bandages around what seemed like my whole body. There couldn't be a better day to be alive. Alive, I suppose that's what it is.

Let's get things packed. Even if it's just twenty stashed it's better than nothing.

Silence.

No one is home, I could laugh at the silly thought of someone being home at this time. I can feel the rough icicle hands on of my own limbs creep up to my face and slap quick to get the thoughts of hope out. Would be best anyways that no other soul be in the house. Home. This is not home.

The shiny pack would do, no time to waste.

Though looking out the sweating window where could we go. Where is comfort? The blanket with black patches should travel on with me. In between clothes being packed I couldn't help seeing the beads of water sliding down the glass outside then sliding racing to the end.

It could have been my end last night.

Sighing seems the most I can let my mouth do, for now hopefully.

My shuffling movement may be frightening the ones dwelling in the walls 'but oh well it won't be long,' I mumble in my mind as I tap the wall three times for good luck.