Only the faint sound of conversation, drifting through from the kitchen, could be heard in the lounge. The fire, too small to provide any meaningful illumination, crackled quietly. It was peaceful, and that was the problem. 

‘I’ve been here before.’ I thought, as I stretched out lazily on the sofa. ‘I’ve seen that fire before. I’ve heard this conversation before’ I turned my head toward the kitchen at the sound of footsteps. Someone opened the large fridge and grabbed something then, without saying a word, walked back to the dining room. I thought of following them but the warmth of the fire proved too magnetic. Turning back away from the kitchen, I rested my head against the soft arm of the sofa once again. My eyes fell on the french windows and through them I could see the long garden, which backed onto a wide open expanse of fields, peppered with deer. It was morning in Autumn and a steady flow of rusting leaves fluttered past the windows, swirling in miniature tornadoes before dropping peacefully on the grass. I sighed as the sun, still slowly rising, sprayed the tips of the trees with an orange tint. 

‘I must get out of here.’

I knew that, soon, the conversation in the would cease and the morning ritual of tidying up would begin. It wasn’t long before the sound of scraping plates cut through the stillness. That was my cue. I walked through the kitchen as quietly as my legs would carry me, I stopped at the entrance to the dining room and peered inside. I could see someone tying a black plastic bag. While their back was turned I moved toward the back door, hid behind the laundry room door and waited. It wasn’t long before I heard the unmistakable jingle of keys and the back door swung open. This was my chance. 

I bolted for the door, I flew past the startled bin bag carrier and felt the cool air on my face as I made it outside. The bag carrier reached out a hand to grab me but it was in vain as I raced beyond his grasp and made a beeline for the garden. 

'This is it!!’ I thought. ‘I’m free! From now on things are going to be different. No more lazy evenings, being bored to death in that stuffy old living room. From now on I would run at my own pace, go where I wanted to go, and do whatever I wanted to do!’ I kept running, past the edge of the garden now and onto the enormous field. I was unable to stop-unwilling to stop! As I ran the brown shapes come into view as beautiful deer, they turned to run as I came near and I followed. I had never been so happy, I now part of the wilderness I had longed to explore. Far behind me now I could hear a broken cry


I ignored it. Ignorance is bliss.