And here I found myself again, now high school age, standing on a gymnastics beam, assisting not Sarah from nursery school, or the kid who fell in elementary school, but Leah Fosse, the star gymnast of our high school team. I was underpinning her ankle and knee as she held herself in an #arabesque . Her legs were shaved, but the rest of her body glowed in the low lighting with an aura of lanugo. Noticing it and knowing it to be an indication of an underlying eating disorder, I felt a pang of guilt for any assumptions of popular-girl privilege I might’ve ever held against her. Suddenly, swarms of what appeared to be palm-sized renderings of the familiar orange-haired spiders and beige-colored blob-like beings from before began marching out from under the mats in the hundreds and the thousands. As they jumped over and scuttled under us both on the beam, the spiders and blobs grew in size with such rapidity that within moments Leah and I were gyroscopically encompassed. Leah fell from the beam and disappeared. The spiders and blobs then began passing me to each other as if I were a baton. Somehow, I inherently knew that I was being given the choice of returning or not through a swirling, wooded hollows their circumvolving had presented through the opening at the far end of a vortex. I felt tired, I felt emotionally tired, and like I didn't care to go through there one way or the other. It was like they’d knocked and I responded only half-enthused and so that was all they offered me. 5/6

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