The Bottomless Hole

I was window shopping in Paris, when I walked into a construction zone. There were bright red signs warning me to discontinue my journey, but curiosity took my hand and excitedly pulled me forward like a child in an amusement park. I didn't have time to think (I was in Paris of course!), so I just let my adventurous soul guide. 

But now I am falling. 

That construction zone was surrounding a hole--a giant hole that went past the pipes and sewers and beyond. In fact I have been falling for 251 days now and I've come to realize that the bottom of this pit might not come. 

I still hear the shouts of the crowd above yelling for me to grab hold of something and save myself. I have tried to grab pipes and roots just to satisfy the plea of the people but the only results have been splinters. And I don't really care to stop. Maybe I'm in danger but all I really feel is this exhilaration. I've never fallen this far before. And the deeper I fall the more fascinating this hole becomes. 

Fancy that, a simple girl like me falling into a hole like this. Paris was a wonderful city full of beauty and grace, and exploring those streets seemed wonderful, but I have never had such excitement until now. This bottomless hole could very well  produce a bottom unexpectedly, but I will enjoy this thrilling fall while it lasts. I haven't missed Paris for these past 251 days.