Shahn looked around the room. He had always been comfortable in it before, but now he was sure that the walls were slowly moving closer.
Ducking underneath the lightbulb, Shahn made his way over to the window.
The moon hung high and illuminated the city with a cold, bright light.
He began to fumble with the latch, which wasn't designed for his paws. It took him several minutes to make any progress.
With a loud clack, the window slowly leaned open.
In a swift movement he hopped onto the window sill, leaned forward and dropped out, despite being on the fourth floor of a large block of flats.
Shahn found no trouble in landing on his feet. Shahn was surprised himself, he had done it out of instinct.
He inhaled, letting in the fresh, slightly polluted, air.
He looked up and down the empty street, illuminated only by a few yellow street lights.
The city was his now.