A large black crate, high and daunting; a
small box and a bin to help make the ascent, foot by foot you make your way to
the top. Relief, it was quite easy. Takes you back to when you used to climb
trees as a child- you smile. Cardboard boxes, of all shapes and sizes consume
the inside- where to start? Large and small, torn and perfect; the hunt for the
perfect few. This endeavour doesn’t last long; the good ones have been taken.
Time to get down... and you realise you can’t. Your neighbour couldn’t care less-
as he walks away you can imagine what he is thinking. Your flatmate trying
desperately to help, but laughing at the same time as she sees you at the edge
terrified to get down. You realise that you are actually afraid of heights. Hands
are sweaty, heart it racing- and now?.. You think to yourself. Big sigh- there
is no other option, you know you can’t stay up there forever. Eventually, you manage
to get down and realise that it wasn’t actually that high- and now you have a
story that makes everyone laugh!
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