I must have fell asleep. My body feels strange. Is it because of bad position? But it feels really comfortable, I don't want to open my eyes. But I should or I will fail my work. I opened my eyes and closed them at once. Too bright!

"Ay-u!"

Have I made that strange noise? Whatever. I brought my arm to my eyes and peeked at the world from its cover. Still to bright! I don't remember the world being so bright. I will wait a little bit longer... and I can see … bars. Bars? What's up with these bars? Am I in prison? Was I arrested? Did I failed my job?!

"A-a-ai!"

Forget the light! Forget the noise! I'll do my JOB!!! I don't want to be imprisoned. My hands grabbed the bars and... weird. It's feels so-o-o wrong. OK, it's my bad assuming things on my own, but don't judge me myself.

What do you associate with prison? Bars. Which bars would be used in prison? Thick cold iron bars. So what is wrong with these bars you ask? They are warm. They are made from wood. I'm not in prison... I'm in a cage.

"I-i-ie!"

I DID failed my job! Shivers ran through my body... But its warm here and comfortable. The world is really bright here. And colorful too. What am I even looking at? I'm in the cage which stays in the room. The room has a very high ceiling. There is a window as tall as a wall. The ceiling has paintings. There is a mirror as tall as a wall. There are paintings on the wall. The carpet, the decorations, the size... this room is a piece of an art. Why am I in this luxurious room?.. In a cage?.. I have been sold as a slave!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I stood up still holding the bars. What a big cage. Ah! He came. The man to whom I belong now. Bang! What a man! His posture, his status, his face, his style... he is perfect... If someone had told me I can belong to this man I would have sold myself immediately! So how come he was interested in me?

"Margo! Come here quick! She is STANDING!"

The man has shouted something but I don't care. Why? Just look at me myself. I'm wearing a white fluffy dress. Impossible, right? But what is more unbelievable is the feeling it gives. Is this a silk? I can swear my sleeves are shining! And my hands... my hands... are hands of a baby. A baby... I AM a baby! Why?! Have I died? How come?! When? Why? Why can't I remember?!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"