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May. 4th, 2003 08:34 amIt is the last night of a week-long field trip to New York. At our hotel, my room is on the 109th floor. Finding my room is difficult. There are different elevators in different places that go to different floors. Sometimes I have to cross a walkway that leads between the hotel's two buildings. And when I reach my room I am not happy to be there.
It is the last night of a week-long field trip. The streets are wet and shining. People walk around in small groups, slightly huddled, but happy. At the front desk of the hotel I explain that I am afraid of heights and on the 109th floor. Is there anything lower? The hotel is completely sold out, she is sorry. But there are houses next to the hotel, for people like me who can't sleep in high places. She will find me a houses. I stand in the lobby, trying to clear my mind.
She is sorry, the houses are full. There is nothing she can do. I ride the elevator from the lobby, I walk down hallways, I cross the walkway, I walk on wet sidewalks, I ride the elevator, I am alone, I am with friends, I am in my room. I try to sleep.
There is a thud or a bang, and the building shakes. I am at the stairway, running, jumping down whole flights at a time, turning corners. And then I am outside. The streets are wet and shining.
It is the last night of a week-long field trip. The streets are wet and shining. People walk around in small groups, slightly huddled, but happy. At the front desk of the hotel I explain that I am afraid of heights and on the 109th floor. Is there anything lower? The hotel is completely sold out, she is sorry. But there are houses next to the hotel, for people like me who can't sleep in high places. She will find me a houses. I stand in the lobby, trying to clear my mind.
She is sorry, the houses are full. There is nothing she can do. I ride the elevator from the lobby, I walk down hallways, I cross the walkway, I walk on wet sidewalks, I ride the elevator, I am alone, I am with friends, I am in my room. I try to sleep.
There is a thud or a bang, and the building shakes. I am at the stairway, running, jumping down whole flights at a time, turning corners. And then I am outside. The streets are wet and shining.
