Hanging around

I had to keep setting myself targets, it was the only way. My harness started to dig into my waist and I became 'fantastically' uncomfortable. The rock in front of me had a coruscating glow, and the moon bounced off the rock not unlike me! I wondered how high I had actually got, but looking down was my mistake. One minute my hands were on the cliff and the next minute I was dangling over the water! Screaming, yelling, crying my harness became loose. My heart gave a terrible thud!  Was I ever going to make it?