Flat on my back.
Only one thing to do.
Open my eyes and look up.
So many choices to make.
Should I try to fly? Wait for a bigger opening? Climb to the top and take my chances? Or hope that someone can see me through the cracks and comes to my rescue?
The breeze is cool on my face. The ground has opened up a bit and has molded to my body.
I think I'll just wait a bit, right here, and pray. That's it. Just wait. Be silent. Be still. Be quiet. The answer will come soon enough.
With ViZion, Sue:)