The room spins. The crowd screams. All you have to do is stop. All you have to do is stop. I stumble and my words come back to haunt me.
Life is about more than doing things that are easy.
I forget about low singles, elbows, arm drags, and a room full of spectators. I let go and instinct takes over. The room feels warmer as if something huge and menacing is breathing down my neck making chill bumps rise on my arms in spite of the heat. I suddenly fall down hard as if I had been pushed. I m on all fours waiting.