I have succeeded.
I have succeeded but there is one teeny-tiny problem.
Now that I have succeeded, I have not just gotten my ass caught in someone else's mess, but also my own mess.
After Frank left, the first thing I did was slip the french door open wide, the wind gushed in as soon as I did and I ran out into the garden. Ah, the lush green garden that would surely lead to my freedom. I ran past the beautiful Gardenias blooming and filling up the air with their sweet scent— my nose is particularly so sensitive now that I can catch the scent of almost anything. behind the blooming gardenias are the colorful pastel hydrangeas and I ran past them as well. They were beautiful, too beautiful and there are days that I have spent in the garden fiddling my time away by admiring them but at the moment, the only thing that I see in my eyes is a brick wall.
A brick wall that would let me do whatever I think is a good idea.