Day 588 of my captivity

Oh woe is me! Here I sit in my cell and time is ticking oh-so-slowly by… My captors often come to my cell to hand me more “work” to do. They don’t know that I know this “work” is completely pointless and I am accomplishing nothing – something that is horrible torture for me. My fellow inmates squabble over the weakest accommodations. Who gets the cell by the window? Who gets the chair that doesn’t squeak? The monotony is broken up only by my imagination… I imagine that my cell is actually a portal to another world were I am free off all inhibitions and I can wander at my leisure in forests and grassy plains, through streams and on beaches. I don’t have a uniform to wear; I don’t have a care in the world. Money is meaningless in this world and my home is a library with a large cozy chair next to a fire place where I can snuggle up and read for however long I want. Much as I love my dreams reality hits me like an ice cube down my back. Here come my captors with more “work” to do. And I have to follow them to the “conference room.” What can this mean? Will they set me free? Will they finally do me in? Please sir, take these shackles off of my brain, let my creativity soar!