Keep low to the ground. Don’t look down.
I made my way off the steep embankment. The ground was flat, but cavelike cold. Tip-toeing on tibias, I scraped them across it to get my equiptment.
The bag isn’t here! I know I left it here!
I could have smacked myself. There was only one other place the tools could be: back over on the other side of the precipice that I’d just spent my last token of breath crossing. I laid down to collect more, as the ground collecting up heat from my body. The hurricane winds whirled the scenery violently around me. As I tried to stare, the colors ran together like fatality spin art. I had to get my tools if I was going to survive.
I can’t go back over it. But I can go around it.
I could hear the gears in my knees grinding as they carried me across the long journey curve. My legs wobbled, and my bones crunched like dry leaves. I clung to the side of the sleeping mountain, knowing that it could never be taken by the winds. I did not ask for help, I did not ask to be rescued. This was my mission and my mission alone. I took in a breath of uncertainty, and breathed out courage as I saw my toolbag on the other side underneath a grounded structure.
I have everything now. I just gotta go back and finish this.
I swept up my sweat, making sure to keep my line safe. It was a direct route to my heart; my life depended on protecting it. It had started to swell, so I scratched away the soreness. The high seas crashed forebodingly against the dam. I knew it could blow at any minute, and surely then I’d drown in a matter of seconds. It was never meant for such hard weather. I swing danced with the wind, and made my way back to moving onward.
Almost there, just a little more. We can do it Just you and me body.
I made it to the hot springs. I let their warm falls run over me like a young love. I took the razor from my bag and ran it over my left calf.
God it feels so good to shave my legs.
I left the hair on the shower floor, and crawled my way back into the hospital bed.
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