Journal #17

Pinata

I awake from my sweet dreams, in a box, to find myself dangling from a tree on a windy day. The birds were chirping and the sun was shining and I knew today was going to be a good day. My stomach seems fuller than it was when I was in the box. I wonder, what is inside me? Before I realized anything else, screaming children run towards me. Their eyes are full of hunger and their bodies have so much energy. They focus on me as they lick their lips and mouths begin to water. A what seems to be a harmless little girl is holding a baseball bat and swings it menacingly. Panic and fear consumes me as I hear her sweet giggle turn into a sinister laugh. If I could sweat, my paper skin would be pretty soggy right now. My mind begins to race with so many questions. What are they going to do with that baseball bat? What do they want from me? Then it dawns on me, my stomach! It must be filled with something they want. Candy maybe? I realized I don’t really have a way to give them the candy but they have a way to get it out and I do not agree with that method . I try to break free from the rope that connects me to the tree, but it is of no use. The little girl inches closer and closer towards me. I begin to freak out in the wind, hoping it will set me free. There is no point in trying to escape now. This is so sweet dream but a terrible nightmare. I now feel like I have an obligation to full fill their happiness. I see her raise the bat and aiming at me. I close my eyes, ready to endure pain so they can have their happiness. The last thing I remember is the sound of the bat opening my insides and little treats floating to the ground.