· A wooden dinosaur hangs just outside the front door of the worn-out timber roof of my grandparents’ porch, next to the barn door entrance of the rat-infested cottage they live in with reckless abandon.
· Each limb of the dinosaur is detached from the others with their own individual wires freeing them to sway back and forth in the wind.
· Occasionally a leg will bump into a pelvis, an arm into a leg, resulting in a hollowed-out wood sound that vibrates up then down my spine and into my bones as I wonder to myself: Are my bones hollowed out a wooden too? Do the float, detached around my body?
· It is only a matter of time before he decides on a false sense of autonomy, breaking free from the wire shackles that control his every move, and with detached bones and heavy chains dragging behind him, he floats down the gravel ally way, hovering toward my derelict house, only to somehow dig through the walls of my closet.
· Past my hanging clothes, past my round blue toy box with braided white fabric handles, and lastly pushing aside my pink two-story dollhouse. I wake from my slumber as a result of the sound my closet door makes as it falls from the hinges. He speaks for the first time. He says it’s too late for me, there is no escaping and I might as well accept a fate of death.
· And he places his rounded out and stiff teeth around my neck, I take a deep breath, with my head never leaving the pillow, and I can feel my throat crushing into itself.
· I then decide to grasp one of his legs as a final attempt to dismantle him once and for all. One by one I pull from its orbit a leg, then a foot, and grabbing both arms I pull forcefully in opposite directions, only to find out each limb will always float back to the others.
· I accept defeat, dropping each of my own limbs to the bed, first my legs, then my shoulders, and lastly my neck still in the grip of his groaning mouth.
· I then choose to leave my body, watching him devour my too young and too innocent flesh. I realize at this moment, as my soul witnesses my own demise that I can control my fate and end this nightmare myself, simply by waking up, opening my eyes, and walking away.