I’m doing quite well at keeping up with this at the moment.
Maybe I just jinxed it. Sigh.
Steady feet. Steady breaths. Steady movement. Arms outstretched, every muscle tight.
The thin line I follow wavers with my movement. Spotlights confine the light to me. I am all there is.
Another step. Another. Another. I wobble, hold, finding balance again.
A square platform on the edge of my vision. Don’t think about it. Just keep moving.
I let out an unsteady breath. Muscles ache. Bones are sore.
One foot on solid ground. I can almost relax. Another. The tension drains and applause punctures my solitary bubble like a pin bursting a balloon.
Hands in the air. Victory.