Across the Room
DELILAH
Another hour passes by, maybe two. My sense of direction hasn’t failed me often, and I’m hoping it won’t now. I think I’m close. To what I don’t know, and I can’t even say for sure.
My legs are cramped. My calf muscles are in knots. The skin on my arms and legs is cool. In fact, it’s freezing.
Did the temperature drop? I can’t tell. My blood is running so hot beneath the surface.
My shoulder is starting to burn again, and my still damp clothes are like an anchor, tethering me to the ground. I slide my black blazer from my shoulders, tempted to let it slink its way into the earth. I ponder on whether or not I can leave it. I don’t want to, but the weight…
And suddenly the burden on my shoulders triples in intensity, the small black jacket feeling like the weigh
