Do you trust me?

"We could get out of the palace, see the world?"

"Is it safe?"

"Sure. Do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeeessss?"

This scene keeps popping into my head every time I think about my future and what an utterly blank slate it is. Except I imagine God being the one asking  "Do you trust me?" and then instead of saying "Yeeessss?" I say "Heck no!" and run back into my fancy balcony bedroom so I can cuddle with my pet tiger Rajah and my ten thousand blankets.

You could say I have trust issues.

I'm working on it.