My Cardboard Box

    I was out mowing my lawn, you know, the usual Corona Friday chore. I was completely fine. No one was bothering me. I was in my own peaceful world of thought, for once. Then this big truck pulled up to our house. It kinda looked like a moving truck, but not quite as big. I saw two really big guys hop out of the truck. One was a massive Samoan, the other was the equivalent of an Irish giant with curly red hair. They came and went, not actually disturbing my peace like most people do. They did they’re job and then they left as fast as they had come. I came inside after I finished the lawn. Right in front of me stood the biggest box I’d ever seen. 

    “Hey mom” I said, yelling upstairs. “What’s in the box?”

    “Oh, it’s just the oven sweetie.”

    “Ok” I started walking away from the bottom of the stairs, then I got an idea. I quickly turned around and raced back to the bottom of the stairs. “Can I have the box!”

    “Why do you want a box?”

    “Because I’m bored and I have nothing to do.”

    “Well you can help me with what I’m doing” My mom suggested.

    “No, I’d rather just take the box.”

    “Fine, your choice, but don’t make a mess.”

    “Ok, thanks mom!” I was off before my mom could respond.

    I managed to get the box into my room about half an hour later. It was no small feat, but it was worth it. I strung lights around the inside of the box. I grabbed my marker and I got to work. I drew pictures of cavemen. Trying to make myself like one. I started writing markings. Letters that no one else could understand other than me. Don’t judge me, I’ve had lots of free time, so why not make a new language. Anyway… strange writings turned into mazes. Then crazy drawings of monsters and time. 

Suddenly I started getting bored. There wasn’t much space left in the box to draw on. So what should be my final bang? A dream. Yes that seemed right. Many days I’ve spent just thinking about the dreams I had the night before. So why not draw it. I started forming the people. The place on which we stood. The monsters, the demons, the knights, the kings. I enthralled myself inside this box of images and symbols. The day went on, but within the box, it was a different time. A different place. A different way. I became wrapped up in my own thoughts, portrayed upon the cardboard walls, in which endless possibilities lay. 

I found my freedom. I may be trapped within my home. But my mind is much bigger than my home. And when placed upon the walls of the cardboard box . I finally found my freedom.