Locked and Loaded

My eyes flutter open, my mind still somewhere among last nights dreams, and when my eyes open fully, they fall upon mountains upon mountains of gold, jewels and treasure beyond anyone's wildest dreams, and as I see this, a disappointed groan escapes my mouth. Now, most people who would see this upon waking up in the morning would jump and cheer with glee, but mine is a different story. You see, what I think was a few weeks ago, I woke up in this tower full of treasure. I don’t remember much from before I woke up here, except a few little things, like what color my cat was, he, or maybe she, was orange, it’s silky fur was so soft… I just wish I remembered it’s name. There is a door in this tower, but it’s locked and by the sight outside the one window, it opens up into a long long drop, so i don't really see the point in trying to open it, but I do it anyways. I try and open it every day and every day, it is still locked. Nothing is different about today. I walk up from the floor and jiggle the door handle, to no avail. Then i decide that it is time to get some breakfast, now don’t get me wrong, there is no obvious food or drink in this place, but if I look around enough, I can usually find a gold dish somewhere in the piles of glittering clutter and on that gold dish, there is a meal. And there are also shimmering goblets or vases filled with water for me to drink. Today I find some mushy grain with a bland but slightly sweet taste, and some mixed berries. I savor their tart flavor as I stare out the window, onto some distant mountains and dense forests, wondering if I will ever get to see them up close. After some hours and a second meal pass by, the sky outside turns a faded salmon tone and i grow tired of kicking around this treasure that i have no use for. I think of all the people out in the world who would do countless things just to obtain a small portion of all this, and I feel terrible that I have been chosen, not them to inherit this wealth. But i know that if I could, I would bestow all of this upon those people in a heartbeat. And with that thought in my head, I drift off to a sleep filled with dreams of what I will become, after a few more days in this solitary, sparkling prison. Perhaps I’ll go mad, and fill my hours pacing the space, or maybe, just maybe when I wake, the door will be unlocked.