The world shifted around me as I stood on the edge of the thick oak branch. My arm held me steady, wrapped around the only branch within reach. The wind blew through the leaves and the branches parted. Beams of light broke through, scattering brightness beneath the canopy.

“Don’t you take that tone with me.”

You close your eyes, their voice begins to fade. It’s not the same words but you know the person behind it. You take a breath. Your heart pounds rapidly in your chest. The words are different, but it’s always the same.