Leave yourself where the light is...

A girl in a dark room. Almost black. A small, square room. There is a door. The door is shut. And at the bottom of the door, that crack between the floor and where the door begins, there is a light. She can see the light shining through that small crack. The crack is large enough to light up the area right near it. There she lays curled up, with her knees tucked into her chest, her arms wrapped around herself, getting as close as she possibly can to that lit up crack at the bottom of the door. She's lying there quietly, her breath slow and deep just staring at the light, trusting that the door will open. Trusting that the light outside of the room is magnificent and bright enough to light up the entire room, her entire world, her entire soul. She's waiting patiently for the door to open. This is the door to freedom. Out there, where the light is, is Freedom.

.....Stay next to it. Don't move from that bit of light in your dark room. Cuddle up next to it, as close and as desperate as you can. Leave yourself where the light is, no matter how faint.