Freedom (Micro-Psychological-Fiction)

Is this how freedom feel…after a couple of years, I’m out of the shadow…what…oh just the flock of the seagull…ah…the salty odor…the low rumbling of the waves…man, was I away for two years or more than that…what’s that…she’s looking at me…yes…she seems to be an acquaintance…she’s following me…yes…for the last couple of days; from the moment…