When you can't live outside the box.

Date: 7/28/2019

By Fitful

It started out as a box in the air, in the white skies above everything. It was like a contained ecosystem, this box. I was in it, and life played like a film, but you couldn't get out of it. I don't know if we were aware it was a box right away. In the box as box was basically the world, we were adrift on an ocean. I was a child and he was keeping me alive. I slept or felt into unconsciousness several times. I always came to to him keeping me alive once he poured three bottles of alcohol down my throat all at once. It risked alcohol poisoning but it was my own chance he said. It removed something which was inside me, or it kept me afloat. Another time he was positioning me to keep me a float. Another dragging me up from the depths. Sometimes I was on him like a floaty. He tried his best, he tried everything to keep me alive in this white sky and sea inside a box unable to escape. Later the box changed. It was in space, high high above anything and everything, in the darkness of space. Sometimes there were stars but often it was starless space. Not that we could see out of it. The box was always a contained ecosystem of world and story. If the story progressed beyond the walls it resumed as it it had played on. Like a Holodeck. But more square and small. There was a change in the white space sky sea. The sea left and I was in a white cage for a while. The guy was gone a lot then too, our of the cage, doign thing a to protect me. I wanted bananas very badly, and an elephant. I found a banana elephant baby bottle and I wanted to fill it with banana almond milk. I managed to escape my cage or watch from my cage or something along those lines. There was another cage with an elephant in it. I felt so bad for the elephant. It was part of a circus performance in some high school gymnasium type room. I didn't understand how they manage ld to fit the elephants and staff in the small space on the floor before the stage. I wanted to rescue the elephants. Another time, later, I found the cage which led to the stage area. It housed a very very creepy dude who was definitely a serial killer and a sadist and maybe even a cannibal. He said horrid disgusting things to me, what he was going tod on when the broke out, how he'd find me and rip off my skin, what he'd remove and do with it. Very terrifying. I blocked his exit with my body shoved between the door and the wall. But I was a child and I don't know how my strength kept his door closed. I even dropped down to the ground to keep it close and give myself more gravity. He only broke the top of the door the metal bending back, the wood buckling he didn't get out. He said horrendous things. And I didn't leave. I kinda liked him and the things he said made me scared at first but after a while they half amused me or half aroused me. I couldn't tell for sure. But I left and came back to visit. Each time I did he was almost a different person. He was mental, so his moods shifted drastically and it was clear why he was in a cage. But he was interesting. One time when I came to his cage I went inside. He'd covered the entire cage floor in his food and was drawing in it. It was very important to him, he was doing something important. I didn't like I got my black shorts covered in yellow mush food but he kept doing stuff with the spilled food and finally I joined him. It was easier to join than to try and get him in the real world. We moved around food pebbles like cats sweeping stuff with their paws. It was kinda fun. The dude which protected me in the beginning and I were running a business. It was a city now, this box, and it looked to be on the ground a real city. Busting metropolitan type. I was a secretary or something akin. We went to visit a neighboring business and they offered us flowers, which were their trademark, and a service free. We took the service but he walked out without the flowers. I was kind and grabbed them as they had been set out specifically for us. Later I used them on a tripple date with some girls. Or I tried the black calla lily's stimen was supposedly long and thing and black and it basically came unraveled. It had been the makeup of the flower, weaved around the stamen itself several times to make the cup. Unraveled it looked bad. To make matters worse the female owner of the ship selling the flowers and their service came by and saw it unraveled. I felt embarrassed. One of the girls refused to be seen wearing it looking like that, she was so embarrassed, I took the flower as mine and the blame for it unraveling.