Tight rope

I'm off balance, stumbling, but I keep moving. The sun is far too bright it's rays reach down and lick me, toying with my hair and whispering that it loves me in my ear. I'm still on the tight rope. I must make it to the other side. That's where the sunglasses are. It's getting too bright. I squint to try to make out the shapes on the podium in front of me. They're yelling for me to hurry up. I need to put on sunscreen and protective gear but I'm stumbling. I have to take time to regain my balance. The audience is just barely out of earshot I hear them gasp a couple times before it goes silent. It's just me up here alone with my thoughts. I miss the night time.