The fear, and the twist

It stood, tall and mighty, lurking in that dark, shadowy corner; quiet, unmoving, and yet ever so insidious. It had been there, watching me, waiting, biding its time, for so long now. Even now, as I stood staring at it, I felt cowed by its presence; felt myself quiver, as absolute terror gripped my heart.

The light from outside the window illuminated it, ever so slightly, casting a fearsome series of shadows, both on, and around it. I trembled, hesitantly taking the tiniest, infinitesimal step forth. Trepidation; anxiety; consternation; and pure, unadulterated fear expanded within me.

Do I want to do this? More importantly, should I? Can I?

I took another tentative step forwards, and reached out...

Icy cold terror assailed me, pushing me back, even as I valiantly struggled to push forth. The feelings within me embroiled in a fight for dominance - desire, versus fear; need against terror; want combatting trepidation. I tried again, and again, but I simply could not do it!

I desperately wanted what lay within... needed, even. The cold chill against my skin intensified, creating goosebumps, making me shiver.

But to get what I desired, I needed to overcome my age old nemesis, my greatest fear... I had to push forth, open the door that lay before me, and confront it.

A jagged edge of lightning illuminated the purplish black sky beyond, just for that one moment, and just for that one singular moment, I could see. A boom of thunder ensued. I jumped

I do want to do this, I should do this, but can I? I surged forth once again, determined to do it this time, to finally do what I had wanted to do for so long.

Fear crashed into me once more, immutable, inescapable terror gripped my heart, and my mind. I stumbled back, terrified, and in doing so crashed into a chair that lay directly behind me. It fell, with a loud, and nasty crack. Lights immediately materialised outside, and the door to my room crashed open...

The lights flicked on.

"Ted... WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING!"

I trembled, too nervous to speak.

"You just can't take a sweater without knocking over the chair, can you! You're ridiculous." With that, he stomped over and snatched the sweater out of closet.

As the lights flicked off, and my door closed, I silently thanked Dad for saving the day once more. I gave my closet one last baleful glare.

Next time. Next time I will succeed, for the first time in my 6 year old life.

Just you wait... I will be back.