before III

I wasn't wet yet, but I ignored my unnatural dryness. I was interested in what lay beyond the window. I stepped up — maybe on sandstone or another kind of igneous rock — and extended my muscles into tip toe. I could see into the office.

I nearly puked. You know that stomach tumbling sickness you get when you fall in love with someone, or see someone you've loved after a long, excruciating absence. I had that. The nausea made me want to laugh and throw-up and scream and cry – all at once.