But I keep going, further and further along the branch until I’m passing over the fence and above the grass verge of freedom.
Now I just have to reach it.
I hug the branch and twist my body around, letting my legs drop away. I stifle a scream as they swing in the empty air. My feet dangle above the ground, the drop still six feet at least.
I close my eyes.
I count.
One two three.
I open my arms and fall.