It's so easy to breathe. It's so good to be here. I can run, I can almost take off! It's so fresh. I want to shout for joy! Who's that over there? I was here alone. I see silhouettes on the horizon. Are they people? Yes, it's definitely a group of people. They're my age. There are older people among them. A group of people. There's more than meets the eye. There's too many of them. No, no, no. I need to hide. There's nowhere. It's not safe. I can't run from here, people will think I've done something bad and come after me. I don't need to attract attention. I need to be inconspicuous. I need to blend in. They're getting close. I need to sit down. I need to hide behind the tall grass. I don't need to breathe too loud. They might see me. They'll think. They'll think of me. They will discuss me. They will judge me. I will be quiet. I will be quieter than silence. I will be mute. I will be blind. I will be dead.
