She sat looking down at her hands; she could just make out the layer of moisture, the marked nervousness.
Preparing herself to see though the decision, a decision she knew she had to make.
Like all those who had come before her with a similar lack of understanding as to what had finally brought them to this place, at this time, the reality was so different to that which she had privately imagined – much more hardened so much more clinical that she could have ever expected.
Alone in her thoughts she visualized the forest that would soon no longer be standing.
She thought about warm honey being drizzled down her womanhood.
She thought about if he would like her, before and after.
She could not meet the eyes of the one before her as she unveiled herself.
As she lay, she would only hear the sound of her own shallow nervous breathing.
She wondered if this was the same feeling that all those who had come before her had felt.
She could feel the crisp air on those parts of her body reserved usually only for very limited moments of exposure.
She felt the initial warmth followed by the sheer and pure intensity of pain.
A pain that she was unsuitably placed to define.
For this was her first time.
Although it would not be her last.
When finally, her ordeal came to an end she examined the vast empty terrain that remained.
What a view it was.