The hatch was opened. The light pierced down, blinding my view from the rest of my surroundings. This bottomless shelter was no longer my refuge. I began to run my hands along the smooth surface of the walls surrounding me. With both arms stretched out I could spin, touching all sides. I tediously found the groves and began grinding anchors for myself to hold onto. I fell fast, every step was a slip. I would keep my eyes locked on you to concentrate. To keep me from slipping it meant my fingertips would turn to bloody stumps to pay the price. If you had been impatient, I would still have climbed...but would have camped out on a tier I dug out for myself. But you reached down each day. You reached down just in case my hand reached up to grab yours, in case I needed help in my final ascendance.