this morning #2079.

this morning, she was walking along the top of a wall. standing tall. arms outstretched. one foot in front of the other. trying to avoid looking down. staring straight ahead. slow, steady steps. a hundred or so left to go. this here. the “great escape” that’d been taking shape for a few months now. harder in the dark but it had to take place before dawn. before everyone wakes up. no need to rush though. she’d allotted enough time. with each step she took, she said to herself “this is the hardest part of the plan.” THE hard part, really. if she can make it all the way across to the other side of the yard without plummeting to her death, she’s totally golden. “hold on, kid. you’re mere feet from freedom.” a voice inside of her began to sing.