this morning #652.

this morning, he heaved his hairy body at the door, hoping this would be the time that it finally gave way, allowing him to escape. when the first try didn’t take, he backed up a little bit further & gave it a second shot. while the room rattled, he was still stuck inside, with only a tiny bit of morning light seeping in through a skylight high above. it was high time for him to devise a new plan of attack. he’d lost track of how long he’d been here, devoid of any objects, including clothes. there wasn’t much for him to work with. desperate, he took a seat on the floor & turned to his tears & as those tears turned into hyperventilation, the director yelled “CUT!” they’d finally got what they needed from him.