…As I lay in my bed, with the sun seeping through the blinds striping me, I couldn’t help but feel like a mother tiger basking in the early morning, beneath the trees of some jungle. With my cub not far, I watched her as she perched and pounced on tiny insects that passed by. She wasn’t hungry yet, so I wouldn’t need to find food until later when the sun was fully up and she was finished playing.

I stretched my limbs as far as they could go and closed my eyes, lifting my neck into the warm sun. The glow of light on my face implored fantasies of majesty and dreams of high tree tops. When I  finished scratching my stomach, the charming, chirping birds outside of my window changed pitches into the shrill shrieks of a tropical parrot. The incessant beeping of a trash truck down the street melted into the melodic drone of thousands of tree frogs, while the distant traffic jumbled into a thick wind, pushing its’ way through a stretch of dew covered trees…