Lush hedges in front and beside me, azure sky above, and the gentle crunching of gravel beneath my feet. I am alone, away from it all.
But to me it’s not the serenity it appears. I'm stuck here, and I'm wishing myself out of this world. It was fun for a while, when I started, but now... I'm just tired. I know that if I put my hand on one side I can find my way out, but I don't know which side. One will take me further into the maze, one will take me out, but I can't quite remember which one will do which. Not knowing is frustrating and frightening.
What is a person meant to do in this kind of situation? All I can think is that I have to take a chance. I won't get out by standing still; you can only get through a door by trying to open it, after all.