I feel your hands, creature. Do not pretend they go unnoticed. Your chilled, diaphanous fingers make my voice box turn to ice. I cannot speak. I am lost, lost to only talking with my conscious. I must wade in my own silence, and it is oh so lonely, so vague. How dare you, creature! How dare you let me be fooled to think I may speak! I will not be fooled by your mockery of freedom any longer. I must be free! The light slowly intertwines my being, creature, and your cold soul is no longer. The fingers are gone. Oh joy! I feel so light, so free! I open my mouth to sing with the robins.