Every thread twisting

In pairs are twirling

Each soft as silk

Graciously swirling

Uncountable numbers

To a pattern are hurling

And if you don't get lost

In their dance, so whirling

You might notice

That it is only curling

In the depth of night, I slept tight. A soft rhythmic sound made my eyelids compulsorily open, I instinctively put my foot down. It stopped. Few seconds later, a thud from outside, brought all my senses back to life. Innate fear drove my heart at jet speed that I felt it in my arms and legs. I put my face near the window, blackness outside hid everything from my sight.

“What should I do?” , I asked myself. I stood there frozen for few minutes, then I treaded slowly to feel my slippers in darkness. I sensed something sticky on the floor.

“What the heck?, where did this water come?” I asked myself.

Thankfully, I got hold of a flash light. I moved it at the ceiling, it was leaking. Tip..tip..tip, a rhythmic sound it made.

Again , thud sound outside. I unlocked the door, with a stick in my hand, My eyes explored the exterior. A cold breeze drained the blood from my cheeks and ears. As the wind intensified, a piece of junk metal jumped to another side.

“Oh the windy night” , I said to myself.

You see the deep ravines to traverse and sheer cliffsides to carefully climb over. You must assess how you are going to carry your heavy bundle home to feed your family. The path is so treahcerous, and in some places, it is impossible. But you must press on before the seasons change, and you're caught in the deep snows and heavy rains. Steeling yourself, you readjust your pack and push onwards into the herculean task.

With deft hands and quick feet, you traverse the wet bog, easily stepping from stone to stone. Your foot slips into the ooze, but you manage to escape a watery grave. You ran frantically across the barren wasteland knowing that at any moment, a giant of impossible proportion could step on you, killing you in a gruesome death. But you are courageous, pushing onwards despite your fear.

The sheer cliff face stands before, warning every adventurer to turn back. But you must make it home on time, so you scramble up the rock, trying not to think of the miles ahead of you. With strength and impossible grace, you manage to climb your way to the very top, but the worst of your trek is just ahead.

You must weave your way through the many obstacles and dead ends that make up this dizzying maze. Shining objects, sharp blades, massive foods, and glorious riches tempt you to turn back, to stay awhile in this beautiful display. But if the giant returns before you make it home, you will surely be killed.

You hitch up your bundle, sweating form the effort of carrying it so far, you hurry and skirm, dodge and duck, jump left and leap right to make it safely home through the terrifying maze. You look off into the distance, and your heart leaps with joy! You have your first sight of home. Running with joy, you rush home to your family, feeling the elation of seeing your loved ones and presenting your beautiful prize to them.

But you weren't cautious enough. You duck under a bright white ledge and spint across the open space to burst through your front door, but you should have looked out for the giant that was hovering menacingly over you. Without hesitation, the giant picks up the glistening white object and brings it smashing down on your head. You never saw it coming. In an instant before you made it home, you were killed in the most gruesome of ways.

"Mom! Why did you kill it?" When was the last time you looked at the world for exactly what it was? When you were a small child, before your innocence was stolen through chaos and unfair advantages, you saw the worls around you for exactly what it was. Your only cognition of the external world was of a huge adventure with so many places to explore. You could take up an entire day with the life of an ant crawling across the floor.