Mind games

The sun is beating down on her blond head, its relentless rays of heat are warming her neck, numbing her into a dazed position. The grass is green and soft between her toes, and the ant has been scurrying along the brownish blade of grass stuck on her knee. Now, it is hesitating to move one way or the other. If it moves to the right - it has already tried - it will be confronted with blond spikes, and to the left, it might have to go back to where it has come from. Now that wouldn't do. It wants to elevate itself, its antennas tentatively poking the air. A very hopeful creature. Its near blindness a blessing. It isn't aware of having climbed up a little girl's leg.
Eventually, as with all simple creatures, it will make a decision, and never think twice about whether taking a right hand turn was the beginning of its miserable life.
She is disappointed the ant has left her alone, and she remains frustrated and unwilling to move. The sun is cruel to her neck and arms now, it doesn't want her to stay put, or listen to herself breath, watch the clouds move into shapes. It summons her to pull herself up, to think of pulling her dress over her knees, to brush off the grass from her legs, and to brutalize her senses into a different alertness: listening to others breath, speak, give orders, stare, point, mock and responding to these orders, and thinking, yes, I will do this or no, I will refuse this order, and getting ready to confront whatever this decision entails. And so an so forth. Tiresome.
She hasn't moved. The silence in her clear mind has been broken however, and she is mad at the ant for having disrupted her daze with a life changing decision. Why was it so simple for him?
Tomorrow is a big day her mother had said.
She is in a trance, only her mind exists and it has been brought to a halt along with the body. She has convinced herself that there will be no moon, no snow, no rain - because time has stopped. And the moment is forever. The mind game is stronger than the phases of the moon. No decisions can be made when time has stopped, and no decisions shall be made until the mind has agreed.
For now, leave her there, quiet, untouched by decisions, regrets, joys, struggles and doubt. Let her remain in that space between.