Sideways

Prologue

Sideways. Everything seems to go sideways. No matter what I do, I can't seem to get a grip on my life. It feels like a track race, and just as my fingers brush the baton, it's jerked away and runs farther ahead.

This is it, though.

I'm done.

I'm done with it.

I'm done with it all.

I'm not staying here any longer.

I will be grabbing the baton, and I will be sprinting forward.