Faint light filters through the plank, illuminating my room. I know the poorly-stuffed mattress too well. The good earth underfoot is more comfortable -- but I have not yet stooped that low!
Dirt everywhere - on my face, in the air. I can scarce breathe for it.
Two steps to the outer-wall. Probing -- slowly, quietly! -- I search for the sun. If only I could reach the light, see what still is clean...
The door opens; I am caught.
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