"Yea sure, Lady, so 'simple,' but when you live a lifetime of hanging on, letting go feels impossible."
"Yea sure, so uh, neither of us are any good at drawing, so I guess we'll have to imagine it."
She takes a deep inhale, exhales, and rolls her eyes.
"So, there you are," Ladybug starts, "Okay, so close your eyes."
"Laay-dee," she ughs.
"Do it!" Ladybug demands.
"The fuck," she ughs, "Relax."
"Sorry, but seriously, close your eyes, so you can imagine," Ladybug insists as he lifts an arm to set the scene.
She unwillingly obliges and even lays down onto her back, feet flat, knees up.
"I can see your eyes rolling, even when they're closed," Ladybug points out.
"I know," she ughs.
"Are you ready?" Ladybug prepares as he clears his voice.
She takes another deep inhale, exhales, "Do I have a choice?"
"Okay, so imagine with me," Ladybug begins. "There you are, hanging on, like that kitten poster, 'Hang in There,' hanging down, below the rope, gripping with all your strength, using every fiber in your body to survive. You hang on and you hang on and you hang on!"
She can feel her heartbeat rising and takes another deep inhale, exhales.
"What happens, though, as you hang on so tightly for your life, is that you also begin to rise, or sorta float, you know?" Ladybug shrugs.
She ponders this, "Sure."
"And over time, your position in space as that little kitty that was once hanging down 'Hanging in There' is instead being pulled in an upwards direction, as if," Ladybug deploys his wings, as she cuts him off ...
"It won't let go," she sits up straight, as Ladybug buzzes himself right in front of her face, and finishes, "and fly."