Sora

The cat that is held captive: She was a small black kitten. For three, to almost four whole years she was my companion. Sora followed me: we matched. She was a daredevil; being outside in the snow, even with code red; and crossing dangerous roads, she always managed. The affection when my days were darker, she licked my cheeks when I was crying. She was free when she was with me; now the woman that has given birth to me is holding her against her will to be reunited with me: pretending Sora and I have no voice in this verdict: stripped of our autonomy. Now that I am without her: I'm restless.