I didn’t know why that thought popped into my head. I was out walking slowly along the deck of the ship, gazing out, the sun sparkling on the Mediterranean Sea. It was a beautiful morning. The word was more than subtle, but gentle, so as not to seem alarming except of course for the directive,”Jump.” That’s what I heard . I looked out over those peaceful flowing waves and almost hesitated. An uncomfortable, odd feeling came over me. Was that real? I shook it off as some part of my imagination and continued my first lap around the deck. The goal was to go around four times and finish a mile. My friend was sitting reading . I couldn’t help but wonder what she would think if I told her what I had experienced.
I carried a light shawl with me because the wind picked up at the front end of the ship. I had found yesterday that deck two was less crowded and had less “power walkers” so I could stroll at my leisure. The second lap I felt chilled. I...