He wriggled in his skin like a butterfly trying to escape its cocoon. The walls scratched at his wings and the outside world was just a blur of long days. He wanted to be free of it all but knew not what sacrifices it would take. He crawled into himself, closer and tighter, shutting his eyes and whispering sweet nothings to himself. Little did he know that if he only put as much effort into spreading his wings as he did keeping them closed his world would be bigger, less scratchy, free.