A Step Out
272 Words
Deep breaths. That’s what I need right now. Take big, deep breaths, face my fears. Ok, not ALL my fears but, baby steps. It’s been 5 weeks now since that night. I haven’t seen any threats, I haven’t heard any threats. I miss the sunshine on my face and the music of the world around me.
Today is the day. I wake to my annoying loud alarm, realizing I’ve now been able to sleep through the night for 6 whole nights now! Granted, I still keep the lights on, baby steps. Hopping out of bed, I’m ready to face the day. I dress quickly in my jeans and baby blue T-shirt.
Coffee is started, and I feel excited to greet this day. I fill my cup, and take a small sip, lingering just a moment. I walk over to my sliding back door, and reach out to unlock it. My hand trembles, so I pull it back and wipe the sweat from my palm. Let’s try this again. I reach out, and manage to unlock the door. Now to open it. Another small sip of courage, and I slide the door open. The fresh air feels wonderful! I stand in the threshold, just relishing the feeling. Slowly, I step one foot out. That was easy!
Deep breaths. Inhaling deeply, allowing the fresh air to flow into me, I take the second step outside. I’m fully outside again! Even the little blue jays are celebrating my new found courage. Slowly, I take in my surroundings, finding nothing menacing, I sit in my trusty chair and finally relax. My home is not my cage.
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