Liminal Escape 
 
It is too loud. There is too much going on around me. I am scared. I do not know what to do. I cannot feel myself moving. I can’t feel myself thinking. I cannot hear myself. My chest hurts so bad. I can’t stop my hands from shaking.  
I am outside. The light is no were to be seen. Clouds cover the sky while they cry their warm tears. The warm drops splash onto me, making me melt into myself. I close my eyes and let the clouds cry onto my face, the warm tears soak my skin.  
There is a quiet whisper in the fields telling me to follow them. I walk through the tall grass. The flowers in the field are fake, made out of metal then painted. They stand taller than anything I've ever seen before. I lay down and flop my arms down along the grass.  
The violin plays Memoir #2. Who is playing it? I stand up and look around to find someone. There is a black figure standing far away. I don't see a violin in its hands. I stared at the black monster for a few minutes, hypnotized by its beauty. Suddenly I am standing beside it. Its faceless head looks down at me. I remember it now, my comfort monster.  
“You are safe here. Why don’t you stay with me?” It speaks. I immediately fell to the grass. I sob and scream, somehow feeling the most comfort I've ever felt. The thing stretches its arm in front of me. I grab onto the big black snake-like arm, and it pulls me up off of the ground.  
The monster and I are at the purple playground. The playground is a nice place to be. No kids ever go here, I don't know why. There is a huge fence surrounding the playground. We are trapped inside, there is no gap. The ground is muddy from the clouds' tears. The soft mud squeezes through my toes as I walk around the playground, holding the monster's arm.  
"Are you okay?” Mrs. Boy asks. I get up and I walk to the bench. One day I will find my monster and we will be happy together in our liminal land. Until then I will only see him in my comforts and escapes. My liminal escape.