The ladder came down at an angle and landed inches from her toes. She tried to think of what she had to lose but ultimately came up with only empty thoughts. " I have to stay," She tried to rationalize. "The trash comes on Monday." She grasped at any reason until a revelation pushed her to make a decision. Step by creaking step. One foot, two feet, one foot, two feet. She steadily made her way up into the sky and far above the clouds. This repetitive cycle of movements went on and she was no longer visible from the ground. For a moment, all that remained was the ladder until it too rose up into the sky from where she once stood. The girl was no more and left with this final thought: "The trash will always come on Monday."
