The Rock

It took everything within her to open her eyes that day. As they opened, all she saw was chaos. She looked to the left: chaos. She looked to the right: chaos. She tried looking up and down: chaos.

It was then that she decided to crawl under a rock. Into the woods she went. She found a rock that was big and heavy. “This rock will keep me grounded,” she said aloud to herself. She needed to make a plan to get under it.

She began to negotiate in her mind. “Shall I move it? Must I dig a hole under it? Will it turn over if I lift it?” She began move forward with her plan of getting under this rock.

She first tried moving it. She discovered that the rock weighed much more than her little frame could lift. She grunted and growled as she attempted this. The rock stayed firm and still. Next, she tried digging a hole. Determined, she smiled at this plan, gently moving the leaves and dirt. Yet she found herself still unable to get under it.

It was then that the sun came out and shone upon the rock. Suddenly, she no longer saw a huge rock surrounded by dark trees. The rock began to glow in the midst of where it had landed years ago.

She looked up to the sky. It was a soft shade of blue. She remembered that blue was her favorite color. She looked around the neighborhood of the rock and saw beautiful wildflowers and a bubbling creek.

She realized that crawling under the rock should no longer be her plan. Instead, she took her small feet with the purple slippers and gently climbed onto the rock.

Standing on the rock surprisingly brought her joy. She began to jump and dance on the rock, smiling for the first time in weeks.

After that day, she visited the rock whenever she found time. For it was on top of the rock that she found peace.