All I want is freedom from the known

The only thing left between us was tension, on the ride down to the gallery. I could tell my mother had a bone to pick with me, only she couldn't find it.

When we arrived I made my way inside a spiraling Richard Serra sculpture. Once inside, I sat cross-legged, closed my eyes and began to meditate. I had only been sitting for an hour when I felt a small hand tap my shoulder. A child dressed in black with long blonde hair appeared in front of me. She gazed at me with large blue eyes, walked around me in a circle, then in imitating me sat cross legged about a foot in front of me. I began to open my mouth but she beat me to it.

"Zero" she said, in an alluring monotone.

"Zero. Zero."

She sat and stared at me.

"You are Zero".

On the ride home, my mother told me I am a test tube baby.