Fiction

My Happy Life
by Tatiana Dolgushina

Excuse me.
Excuse me sir, I'm in a box.
Sir, someone cried and they put me in a box.
I'm thinking when I should cry too.
Sir, are there cakes for crying?
The box is little
But it's OK now because I'm little too
I'm so little
So little that I can walk under chairs
But I'm in a box now
Sir. Excuse me, sir.
I'm not supposed to tell secrets but I'm in a box
Sir?
Take me out
It is breaking me.