Dapple slinks around the corner and fiddles with the door handle. “Why do they always make these so tall?” She complains, then turns back to me and smirks. The door swings open and I see rolling hills, colourful flowers, dense forests, everything I’ve dreamed of seeing since I escaped all those years ago. My home felt like a prison after years of being stuck there for so long, and Dapple felt awful for me. The sun rises and I look at my paws. It’s still strange to believe that I’m making this happen. I’m controlling the sun. “Stunning, isn’t it?” Dapple curls her tail around her paws and she looks down at me, smiling. I don’t reply and I continue staring, awestruck, at this magnificent sight.
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