My yellow Cloud -yoonmin-

Intro ~My Yellow Cloud~

I have a cloud. A nice, yellow, fluffy cloud. I sit on my cloud when I feel sad, or happy, or mad. My cloud is my home, my safe spot, my everything. When they take me from my cloud I feel sad. I squeeze my cloud tightly, breathing in and out softly.

"Jimin?" I blink blankly at the sound of my name. My head jolts to the side, it's Judy. "Hey Jimin.." she speaks softly, realizing that she had scared me. "Good morning dear, I just came in to check on you." Judy has a nice voice, it reminds me of the voice my eomma used when she comforted me. Like the time I fell off my bike and namjoon laughed at me, I cried and cried. But eomma spoke softly, comforting me.

Namjoon is my cousin, he visits me sometimes. He tells me I'll go home one day, but I don't think I will. Home feels so far, but my yellow cloud is so close. I want to be on my cloud again, not in this place full of crazy people. But then again, I am crazy aren't I? That's why I'm here isn't it?

Judy sets a tray with water and toast on my lap. She knows I don't eat, why should I? "Try just a little bit." She caresses my cheek, I breath in and out, I love it when she does this. I look down at the toast, it's taunting me. Eat me, eat me~ it teases, it knows I'm hungry. I've been hungry for months, but if I eat.. what if it pulls me away from my yellow cloud?

I pick up the toast, Judy's eyes widen, her hands are clapping together. "You can do it Jimin!" She encourages. I chuck the toast across the room, don't tease me! I ball my fists together as angry tears drip down my cheeks. Judy sighs, picking up the dirty toast.

I know I disappoint her, I always do. Every morning, just like I throw the toast every morning. She hooks an IV to my arm, pumping nutrients into me.  "You'll get it next time." She says softly. No I won't, I never do. I close my eyes, travelling back to my yellow cloud.

My yellow cloud is where I belong.