To the Sky

Every morning a Mary-Anne would walk outside in her thin pajamas shorts and flowy tank top. She would stretch and stand on her tippy toes and her arms reached up towards the clouds, almost as if she wanted grab them. One morning she was reaching up towards the sky, when she felt a single drop of water land on her hand. She brought her hand down to her eye to see what dropped on her. The single drop was on top of her middle finger, it glowed as if it was filled with glitter. She watched as it slowly slide down her finger, onto her palm. It left behind a glowing streak that started to spread and fill in the lines of her hand, until her whole hand was glowing bright.

Her hand glowed silver, it started to reflect the sky. The reflection showed the clouds that she was always gazing at and wishing she could touch them. Suddenly, the reflection changes, the clouds were no longer in her line of sight. She saw a neighborhood with cookie cutter houses lining the street, with perfect green lawns - nothing was out of the ordinary and nothing was different from one house to another.

This was her street. She recognized the boring houses with the boringly perfect lawns. She could ever see herself, standing in her driveway by the mailbox. She noticed the water like substance had started to spread down her arm. It followed all the lines on her wrist and arm. She watched as the water engulfed her entire forearm.

As she was gazing at the reflection that was now visible, the substance continued to spread down her arm and up her shoulder. It continued to spread from her shoulder to her chest. It spread over her heart and she suddenly felt a deep chill set into her bones and her heart seemed to become a little sluggish.

She put her non-covered hand to her chest, as if that would help the sudden aching of her chest. She was still gazing at her other hand, she saw it change from the reflection of her street to the reflection of what she assumed was her chest. She could see her bones, and then she saw her heart. It was pear shaped and was beating constantly. She was transfixed, watching the beating of her heart.

While she was consumed with watching her heart, the substance had spread from her chest to her other arm, and down to her stomach and then her legs. Before she realized it, the substance had completely consumed her entire body; head to toe. She watched as her heart began taking long beats between every beat until it just stopped.

If anyone had been watching they would have seen their neighbor Mary-Anne, suddenly drop to the ground dead of sudden cardiac arrest. Mary-Anne has problems with her heart all her life and she had a vivid imagination.