Linda stared out the window, admiring the vivid colors and wonderful sight that was outside. It could've just been a painting for all she knew, since it didn't seem to change from it's beautiful state. Not that she's ever check, since she was too scared to place her hand on the presumable window.

How she wished to be out there, though. How she wished to feel the sun on her face and the breeze against her dress. How she wished to squish her toes in the grass and watch the bugs on the leaves.

How she wished to get out of her box. Oh, how she wished for happiness.

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