Bear

BEAR I was in the beautiful palace full of happiness when I was a kid. I was not afraid to go outside. I was not afraid to see what's in front of me. I was not afraid of people. I saw a cave and I entered. It was dark, really dark. I didn't have a torch to hold on to. I couldn't see as I went deep into the cave. When I looked back to where I started, I couldn't see it anymore. I was blank and didn't know what to do. 'Am I lost?' The cave doesn't have a door, it is open. I can't see the light. I hear something, a bear, a huge bear in front of me. I am dead. I may not be able to go outside. I may not see the sun, the beautiful flowers in our garden, the color of my cat. I was in the dark cave with a huge bear. I can't run, I can't see. I am afraid to hurt myself, I am afraid of my own blood. I sat down and cried and cried and cried. The bear sat down beside me, comforted me. I was scared, I couldn't see the bear but I could sense it's a bear. It was huge, hairy, had long nails, and paws. She stayed. I was hungry and thirsty, and the bear gave me things to eat, something to drink. My clothes are not that beautiful anymore they were ripped. I am stinky. A year has passed, no one helped me escape this cave. A yea