The Moon is my Only Friend

They listen, the quiet room almost oppressive in its darkness. They wait, breath fogging in front of their mouth, stuttering slightly from the cold. Soon it won’t be cold any longer, this night one they dread every month because it means being locked in this room.

On the far wall is a window, high up under the ceiling, the moon shining her light between the bars. They take a deep breath, steeling themselves for what’s to come. Oh how they wish to be free, the break out of this room and run!

They change, the animal inside tearing through the restraints of their body to howl forlornly to the empty room. One day they will be free, one day they will feel the dirt beneath their paws. Tonight all they feel is cold concrete, the darkness keeping them shrouded, hidden away from the world outside.

Its so lonely.