A Fearful Moment in Time

The view from her small cold room.

She was tired and cold.  The floors were made of stone and felt cold under her feet even with shoes on. She sat on her narrow cot that passed for a bed and grabbed the rough wool  blanket and wrapped it around her shoulders tightly. Nothing took away the bone-chilling cold. She was worried about the children she was sworn to protect and questioned her belief that she could actually do it.  While pondering this she was lost in her fear...and then she heard them again.....the faint footsteps rushing past her door.  Were they barefoot?  She wanted to push open the door and see what was happening, but she was frightened....realizing that she was part of something bigger and some way...some how she had to stay focused so that she could get to the truth.