I wake up in a three sided cell. The walls are grey and peeling. High up on one wall to my left is a small barred window. I can see the night sky. In front of me is a small table. The wood is rough and unfinished. On top is a small pile of gold coins and lying beside them is a single red rose in full bloom.
I am "told" by something in me to choose.
I wake up. I have balanced (compromised) that choice all my life. Compromised instead of choosing. I wanted to go for the rose...