We never talked about being contained in a box. She may not even realize that she is trapped. In the mean time doing my job, being a disturbance in the stream of energy I call chaos. God only knows, if I have a great story, some god might stop by and listen. Maybe even take me home.
Good storytellers are hard to find.
And great ones only happen when there is a wild god around. Focus lost and energy waning, outside noises, only raining. Released before I could surrender. God you have to be quick to get a head. I really hope I didn t blow it by writing this story down.