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In my little home, I eat and I sleep and I go to the toilet everyday. My little home has a big glass window so I can look outside, get some light, get looked at by the people outside.

Everyday seems the same so I pace the little length of my little home everyday to make the same go quicker, but it doesn't work. I try talking to my neighbours but they don't talk much.

Today is not the same. I'm shitting more than usual and I wonder if I wish that today was the same.

When I look outside, there are more people than usual looking at me. I try to hide but what I cannot hide from is the noise. Loud and deep voices vibrate through the walls of my little home. Loud and high voices vibrate through my skull and it hurts. And an invisible force they call the wind rattles the structure of my little home. Will it collapse?

Little people point and squeal louder than I ever could. When I hide again, the little people bang their huge fists against the glass of my little home.

I think I'm going to die. If not by the little people coming to get me, then by my tiny heart beating so fast it will explode, and by my tiny bones shaking so hard they'll crack.

I feel another loud and deep voice and the little people leave me and my little home alone. I'm left frozen in a puddle of my own pee and I wonder if I wish my little home did collapse so I had a little chance of running away.

I wonder if I'll ever be happy in my little home.