Later that night, I taught Al how to play Solitaire for when I wasn't around. My back was stiff from being in a cage all day—albeit a smaller one than when I had to go to fancy events—and I couldn't bear to sit anymore. Instead, I ended up lying on my stomach on the ground. The cage was a bit crushed and that was annoying but it was better than sitting up for my back at the moment.
Al laughed at how ridiculous I looked before joining me on the floor.
"It's easier to play this game on the ground anyway," I argued. "There's more space to spread out."
"Whatever you say," he said with an indulgent smile, still secretly laughing at me.
Because my cage was flattened against the ground beneath me it popped up more above my back to compensate. My undergarments weren't visible from the angle Al was at but it looked kind of like the trunk of a car was left open.
