grounded

The room feels like a cage, with its white sheets and ticking clock, but tonight, you break free. Sneaking out, you feel the cool breeze on your face and the thrill of rebellion coursing through your veins. The moon casts a silvery glow on your path as you make your way to your friend’s house, where laughter and shared secrets await. The scent of their familiar cologne greets you at the door, and you’re instantly enveloped in a world of comfort and camaraderie. You settle onto the edge of their bed, the room alive with the warmth of friendship and the soft hum of the TV in the background. It’s a fleeting escape, a moment of freedom that makes the grounding feel almost worth it. But as the night deepens, a small voice in your head reminds you of the inevitable return to reality, and the weight of responsibility that awaits.