The Edge

This is a one-shot for Project Fictions May Challenge 2011.
The challenge; There are times when you are dreaming, when you are sleep, and you can't wake up. You'll try, trashing around in your sheets, or you'll embrace it and resist waking because the experience is fabulous and surreal, because you're living vicariously in it. For this month, we challenge you to write about this.

She stood on a tight rope suspended over a blackness so deep it felt like it would swallow her from where she stood. She knew she wasn't supposed to look into the darkness. She didn't think of how she knew this. She knew that if she did something horrible would happen and everyone she loved and respected would be disappointed in her inability to avoid temptation. She knew that she was eventually going to look because she wasn't enough and her helpless weakness was crushing the breath of life from her.