Going outside is like a battle for me. My heart quickens in anticipation. My brain scatters in preparation. My lungs constrict and the fresh air pollutes with panic. So when it is late enough, I open my window and I sit here. The trees greet me and the night lights hidden beneath them seize the opportunity, flickering on my skin. The twin oppressors run in face of the feeling. Hope. Hope that one day, this world can be mine in the day but for now This Windowsill.