they're going to eat me alive!
I tremble.
I'm inside of a tall building on the top floor. I'm standing on my toes, pressing my face against the glass and looking down. I lick my lips, my chest heaves, and my eyes widen momentarily. I'm afraid of heights, so I don't understand why I'm looking down and torturing myself with this anxious feeling. My last breath accumulates and stays trapped inside, too scared to exhale. I can hear the elevator button being pressed nearby for the thirty-fifth time. No one asks why I'm still here, even me. The adrenaline runs to my head, speeding up my heart rate and making the knot in my chest tighten. Punishment? Maybe. I do feel guilty. I just don't regret. Let me confront this, and when I fall back into reality I will land on my feet and scrunch my face painfully.
My toes hurt.
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