It’s my turn now. It’s my time. Lights! Camera! Action!
The bright yellow, sticky paint envelops my pores as the pool rises and takes more surface. Slowly, the suffocating embodiment of liquid color threatens to enter my nose. I say “Bring them in!”
I cite every last crime before them.
“What are you talking about” they say, with confused expressions.
The paint bubbles with my efforts to push it back out with labored breaths and I realize the wasted effort spent frightened by my private thoughts.
Ah, let’s try again.
I touch the flame to my last boat and walk on to the beach. The surf licks up against my ankles and my body is electric. This will be my last chance to apologize before leaving the earth. May forgiveness be my legacy.
She shakes her head and smiles. “You never even spoke to me. What did you want to say?”
Fooled again. The thoroughbreds crush me two by two before I get the chance. Again.
For the third time, I set the stage for my window of opportunity and motivation to break the spell of fear. The vines are cut. My safety net will dissolve and hold no further chance of protection. With all my strength I jump. Christina’s hands accept me.
And she says “This is all you had to do.”