The Point at the Top

I put my foot on the very bottom stone. It was at least 15 times the size of my shoe. That made me even more nervous to climb this historical beast. It was huge. Standing in front of it it seemed to stretch across every massive inch of the Egyptian desert.

"Georgia, I just finished your last piece. It was… how do I say this? Disgusting. You completely missed the point of modern architecture. You seem to have no insight into the history behind the great pyramids."

I hated that man, almost as much as I hate my mother. Neither of them believe in me, never have. I put my other small foot on the step and feel like I'm already towering over the ground. I look back. A step down is all it is. "Your just scared, relax, focus on the alignment on the stairs for your story." I nodded to myself and stepped up on the second one. I still felt very high off the ground. I stepped onto the next one, and the next one trying not to stop for anything except to breathe. I looked out across the desert to the great Sphinx. It was so tall, it made me wonder how the hell anyone worked on that with simple tools. Suddenly I felt myself fall back as my foot reached for the next step. I saw my mother's face flash before my eyes and I was suddenly angry. I managed to grab another stone for balance and my mother's face disappeared as I carefully hoisted myself up the stone.

"Georgia what are you doing at that journalism shit house? Your nothing there! You can't write, hell you can barely spell!"

I checked my watch. 5:30. It was dinnertime and I could feel it in my stomach. I almost passed out looking down at my progress. I was more than halfway there. Another hour or so and I would be at the top. I checked my three water bottles. Not much left. Damn.

3 hours later:

My throat was closing up, my hands were cut and hurting. My eyes were bloodshot. But I was at the top, I was at the fucking top. I could imagine what my mother and boss would say.

"wow Georgia, this is amazing. I am.. am astonished!" "Honey bun, you are amazing. I can't believe I ever doubted you!"

I smiled to myself as I began writing.