the glass cabinet shines brightly as she sits in front of it, staring at the contents inside. the light shining on small specks of dust make paths in the air like the teleport channel of a ufo.
she closes her eyes and the shape of the lights linger behind her eyelids, making her momentarily blind when she opens them again. confused, she tries to blink away the lack of clarity, wondering why it exists and feeling like it seeps through her eyes all the way into her soul.
when her vision becomes clear once again she remembers not to look directly at the light.
she reaches up and touches the glass, imagining how it would feel; cool, calming, unblemished. but the light inside is so intense that it burns her skin and she quickly pulls away.
shaking her hand, she slowly considers how get through to the other side for an object she so desires.
the locks on the cabinet door are unbreakable and the keys disappeared long ago.
so realising that she would only be able to sit and stare or break the glass, she faces a dilemma. there are no surrounding objects to aid her; only her bare hands. she runs the consequences through her head;
scenario one: break glass. shatter. hurt. bleed. scars. retrieve. achieve. happiness. obsession. boredom.
scenario two: try. hurt. surrender. sit. stare. freeze. ache. wonder. regret.
but she chooses the one she’s perfected due to so much practice over the years.
scenario three: walk away.