MAIA SOLIS
When I watched action movies, I always criticized those characters who froze when they were about to be hit by a bullet, a car or even a train. I always harshly criticized that second of paralysis and I would normally say, "Run!" "React!"
I wanted the character to do anything, but not to disappear from the screen for something so stupid.
I didn't want to freeze because of fear. After all, was fear greater and more powerful than the survival instinct?
A day ago I would have said no. But the last few seconds have given me exactly that same chilling feeling. I heard the sounds and felt some touches on my hands, but they couldn't penetrate the block of ice that paralyzed me like a protective shell.
The day passed as if someone else had lived it. My life, since the fern appeared
