They Called Us A Cult

Unexpectedly, I No Longer Felt As If I Had Stumbled Into Some Kind Of Private Cult. Instead, I Began To Feel Ugly And Unclean, Like A Beggar In A Palace Or A Stain On The Front Of A Wedding Dress. I Knew I Did Not Belong, But I Knew I Had To Stay. The Atmosphere Was Charged With An Indescribable Feeling Of Holiness And Purity. As I Sat With My Head In My Hands, Suddenly, I Felt The Presence Of Someone Standing Behind Me. Fear Came Up Into My Throat Making Me Too Afraid To Turn And Face My Would-Be Captor, But Realizing I Had Been Discovered, I Slowly Sat Up In The Seat, Not Knowing What Would Happen Next.