The Field-Opening

It was freezing. Reaching under my bed, I pulled out my purple and white polka-dot suitcase. I could hear Lily breathing in the next room. Lily would always breath very loudly at night; due to her asthma. I could still not get my head around why I was doing this. As I tiptoed into the hallway all kinds of thoughts started flying around my head like birds at dawn. As I was about to open the door, I saw the picture of the four of us at Scarborough last year. Was I about to make the biggest mistake of my life?