She hovered formless in the hazy place and observed the pinpoints of
possibilities. Any one of those would
lead to the next reality, yet she remained frozen unable to proceed; to commit
to a new reality. Around her, comets of
potential flashed by. Even in her unformed
state she sensed forces blowing her off balance; pushing and pulling her;
urging her to commit. She grasped the
threadbare shawl of past existence and wound it around her consciousness as
though it could protect her from the necessity of change. “I need an eternity or two before I am
ready,” she sighed even as she felt herself moving toward a single point of
light.
Eventually, the dance began. That
unbearable pain that compelled her forth even as she resisted became ritual;
two steps forward; one step back, then knock, knock knock. The creaky door slowly opened to the limits
of the chain bolt. A pair of squinted
eyes peered in at her, but she, lost in the dance, didn’t notice.
“Why are you so long in arriving?” thundered a voice that made her yearn for
a retreat no longer possible.
Two steps forward; one step back; that compelling ritual finally thrust
her with such force against the door that she burst open the bolt. The door opened but not in a welcoming
way. Cold shivers permeated her being as
blinding light overwhelmed consciousness.
All she could do was shriek repeatedly pausing only to catch a breath. She didn’t notice a thunderous voice exclaim.
“Congratulations Mrs. Jones. You have a
daughter!”
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