Our headlights are a beacon in the night,
a deep, dark space.
The moon above me shines,
its light cold and deep.

We approach the rickety cabin in the woods,
our shelter from the darkness.
We are exhausted from the journey,
ready for some much-needed release.

I have a dream that night,
the world shines like no-other.
There is a bright blanket everywhere,
snatching the emotion from the world.

I wake up to birds chirping,
it? a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The warbling loud and soft,
alerting us of danger.

I am a cheetah,
the ground rips beneath me.
I am the wind,
blowing things around me everywhere until I reach the door.

I push with all my might,
my mind forcing me to push harder.
I collapse to the ground,
trapped by a icy door.

I look outside to the forest,
all I see is a blanket of snow.
The cabin isn't my vacation,
                                                                                                                                     
it's my prison.                                                  

Outside the trees stand tall,
seeming to guard my fate worse than death.
What do I do? What do I do?
hopelessness has set in.

But I know something,
a idea small, yet bright.
¨The window! The window!¨ I cried,
My own personal home-baked cake.

Why did I need escape?
It was truly irrational.
All I knew was that I was scared,
and I wanted out.

I started to pry at the window,
chipping, hacking and fighting.
Finally it pops open,
and I am free.