User:Awesomecat713/sandbox

i drag my hands through the soft sand. when i lift the sand up, it slips through my fingers and lands onto the ground, some of it on me. i look around. this bright blue sandbox is around five meters in diameter, filled three-fourths to the top with bright white sand. i uncross my feet, stand up, and brush the warm sand off my legs. the sun is at its peak in the sky, free of clouds. i walk to the corner of the box and let my legs dangle off the edge. i look down. around five stories below is a glass floor extending farther than one could ever walk. i squint, and spot black letters.

i start gathering sand. i build stairs to the top of the box, and start dumping volumes of sand down. the grains float in the wind and swirl into pretty patterns. i keep dragging the white sand off the round edge of the plastic prison. i wonder if it will kill me. i forced myself to jump.