Prison

I live my life trapped in a metal tube.

Occasionally, if I've been good, I'm released for a short time. It always feels good to stretch out my aching legs, and uncrimp my back.

But the funny thing is, that after I've had my all too brief respite, squishing into the tube once more is so much worse. I try to console myself, reminding myself that other people are trapped inside tubes too, and other things even worse than tubes, like boxes. Even when it seems that other people get more time out of their confinements than I do, I tell myself that its all in my head.

After all, if we're all miserable together, then its not so bad, right?

Right?