She forced herself to focus on other things, not the wait. Not the endlessness. Not the dark. She had to wait, so she gave herself a routine to keep her mind fresh. Imagined walks. Cliffs and sky. Visited all the places she’d ever wandered. All the books she’d read. She had to endure. To stay alert. That way she would be ready. She had to stay ready. She would not let herself fade away.
