I’m sure I’ve already mentioned that I’m afraid of the snakes, really afraid. It's a phobia.
Yesterday Mr Starlight and I went out for a walk in the nearby park. We were walking on a path through a forest which leads from our street to the park. And then I saw it. A snake. It was a small brown snake but it caused me a serious panic attack.
I started to cry; I couldn’t even yell because I could frighten it and it could end badly. Well, it was probably a harmless snake and it wouldn’t end badly but in that moment my instinct said that it could end badly.
Mr Starlight didn’t see it and didn’t know why I was crying so I tried to explain that I saw a snake and, of course, he didn’t believe me. He looked back and he didn’t see it so he thought I imagined it. But I knew it was there and I was panicking, crying and hopping.
Yes, I was hopping and the reason for me doing it is quite simple. I knew we can’t go back the same way we came even though it was the shortest way back home; we could see it again and that was the last thing in the world I wanted. We had no choice but to continue walking onward and I couldn’t just walk. I can’t really explain this but I wasn’t able to walk normally. I couldn’t. I wanted to run as fast as I could but that also wasn’t a good option; there could be another snake somewhere on the path and if I was running I couldn’t see it and I could step on it. So I really didn’t have any other option than to hop.
When we came out of the forest on the asphalt I still couldn’t walk quite normally, I was still panicking, unable to breathe normally or to talk like a normal human being. It took me an hour or so to calm down and I spent it trying to convince Mr Starlight that there indeed was a snake but it seems that he still thinks that it was just my imagination.
But it wasn’t.
I really saw it.