For angelica
You wake up to the sound of voices murmuring in the distance. Your eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness that surrounds you. You try to stretch out but you realise you can’t move; your hands lightly bound by what feels like leather straps behind your back. As you stretch you realise they’re attached to a strap around your neck. You feel your surroundings. Velvet cushioning, darkness, very close proximity; almost as if you’re in a box. You smile; you know where you are and what you are. You’re...