First Step
"The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room"
-me
This was the final stop, the last safe house before the border. It had been years, close to five if I had been counting correctly, five years to travel just over a thousand miles, three safe houses, a bunker, then another safe house, each time I had been put in handcuffs, in a blindfold, given some sort of pill that made me tired, confused. I thought most of the travel had been underground, but I probably will never know for sure. I hadn't stepped foot in outside air for over a decade, I was four, it was for less than five minutes. I often dream about what it's going to be like when I cross.
