She stands at the edge of the cliff, toes hanging over into thin air. The wind plays gently with the hem of her thin white dress. Looking down, she sees a carpet of white clouds, the kind that are so beautiful on such a sunny day.

Very slowly, she inches her right foot farther over the edge, until it is almost completely unsupported. A gust of wind causes her to pull her foot back in, but not quite as far as it was before.

The sun is pleasantly warm on the top of her head, but she knows that she can’t stand on the edge of the cliff forever. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes.

And jumps.