If you see me holding a Slinky, hug me.

My husband warned me to move away front the window…but I couldn’t budge.

The twinkling lights of the city at night held me captive.

The empty streets looked like ribbons of gold.

A warm hand closed around my elbow and pulled me backwards.

I protested. I wanted to keep looking out the window.

Then I looked down. Oh, boy. I’m falling!

Perhaps I’ll land in the pool.

A 23-floor swan dive.

As I tumbled headfirst into a panic attack, I longed for comfort.

In our house, we’ve discovered holding a Slinky can reduce stress.

My Slinky was at home in my kitchen drawer. Fat lot of good it did me now.

So, I jumped into my husband’s arms. I immediately felt comforted.

I begged him to procure a hotel room on the first floor.

He said, “Did you forget your Slinky again?”

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Perhaps a grown woman shouldn’t depend on a Slinky for courage.

Do you have a talisman that makes you feel better?