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A scuffle rouses me

After sleeping so long my night vision is back to square one

I can hear someone near me

Their feet scraping the floor



I clear my throat

"Hello?"

The footsteps immediately halt

"Who's there?"



There's a sound of something snapping

and a metal clang



And then the footsteps fade into the distance

I gather myself and stand



After a few moments I can begin to see my surroundings

I fell asleep at the edge of that rift

I could have rolled into it and never made it to my objective



Across the hole I can see something

A glint or a reflection of something



The light



And whoever was shuffling around in the dark

Unhooked that rope and let it down



I reach for the rope

and take hold

I tug to make sure it's secure



Hold my breath



Close my eyes

And push off



My feet leave the cold earth behind me

And I pass over nothingness

To reach the other side

I plant my feet

And let go of the tether



Never to be stopped by this gap again