Inside this box, there is writing on the side. My programs running, triggers downloading feelings, based on concepts, ideas, previous similars, appearing r-e-a-l, becoming r-e-e-l, as I peer over the edge. The next box, is bigger. There’s more room. I could stretch my mind, my arms, have a larger experience. I could have a life. Do I dare? Will someone judge me, stop loving me, abandon me, yell, threaten, curse, cut my arms off, legs, feet, head, if I jump? Yes. Most certainly. The stakes are high. The obstacle is terrifying. But the outcome is divine, sweet victory. Bigger Box!