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He wanted to wave back but that would mean releasing a handhold and he wasn't ready to do that. He watched them dance around for a bit, talking to each other. Next thing he knew, they waved and walked back towards town.
That was okay with him. He had grown comfortable with his perch and was enjoying the view. He thought he could see for ten miles, maybe more! Over there was his neighborhood where he had spent all of his ten years of life. From there he located his school, the mall, and the town hall. A slight breeze cooled his face, warm from facing the afternoon sun.
Time passed quickly and he realized it was dusk and would soon be dark. Time to get down. Um, down? How to get down now that he was up here? His hands felt glued to the cold stone. Panic set in and he started to hyperventilate.
This wasn't the first time he'd had a panic attack. He pursed his lips and breathed in and out slowly to a count of twenty. Then he did some deep belly breathing for another thirty seconds. He felt his breathing slow and his pulse as well. Eventually he dozed off.
He was dreaming - as in many of his dreams, he was flying. Fleeing unseen enemies. He never woke when he hit the water.
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Oh, wow! This was great, Donna. As someone who doesn't like heights and has had spectacular panic attacks in high places, my hands were sweating before I reached the end; and the end! Didn't help my fear of heights! Have a good one!
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you. Sorry for the heightened (no pun intended) fear. ;)
DeleteOh, so sad. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Red.
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