Elevator Panic

Hold on. Don't look down. Hold on. Floor fourteen in the cable joyride

stop. Stomach in my throat, yeah, the heavy anchor

drop. Fluorescent buzz is the only sound I hear. Shoulder to shoulder,

clutching for something air. I check the phone, no bars,

no luck. Just me and a stranger, we are really, really stuck.

Sweat on the collar, shifting on my feet. Turning up the

dial on the body heat. I was counting on the seconds, trying not to

scream. Trying to set a metal box, a claustrophobic dream. Then you looked