I can’t be sure, but I have a vague memory of being born in a forest. I don’t remember what it was like. I know it was green, and when I really push my brain, I can remember a scene of me and my brothers at the edge of a lake. I of course know what a lake is. I can see a lake opposite the room I’m in now. I have lived here for three years and before that I was a in a different room, which I believe was in a different region because the air doesn’t feel quite the same.
I also feel more cold at night here than in my previous room, but it could also be the weird floor they’ve got here. It’s slippery. I keep falling. My old room was muddy, and I had a roommate, an older tiger. He died before I left. I sometimes miss him. I have tried to befriend the humans here, but they don’t stay with me. I feel alone at night. I am not scared and I’m not sad, but I miss those days when my roommate and I would spend evenings wrestling and laughing.
The weird floor is everywhere. The humans don’t slip, they have special shoes. It also gets very warm during the summer, I have to stay on my toes, strolling here and there, because laying down burns my skin. I wish I could run. I want to tear something apart with my teeth and go to sleep tired. At night, the weird floor gets extremely cold, and again I can’t sleep. It’s not that I want to sleep through life, but sometimes during sleep, I get visions of my birth, the forest, the lake, my brothers, and my mother.
Again, I’m not sad. I just wonder what I would see in my sleep if I was still in the forest and not here. I don’t think I would get visions of the granite.
