I glanced around at the sleeping women; I could escape if I wanted to, it would be so easy. I wanted to rid myself of the uptight women, young girls, and their children, but something told me to stay. Some glimmer of hope lit a flame in my heart; a shining of happiness.
I lay back down on the cushioning pillows, and pulled the sheet back around my shoulders. I looked up at the high ceiling; the paintings of beauty, men, and women. They had repulsed me only a few days before, but now these images caused something else. I closed my eyes; the images still in my mind, coming alive; and the warm air engulfed me.