Holding the Line
Stiff jelly softened. Heart gave a firm jolt. I looked around. Others behind me stood frozen, staring blankly ahead. Unacceptable. I planted my left foot forward, testing the smooth white surface. Solid. Directly ahead lay the gray drop of the sink basin. Too close. I reached out a firm gummy fist and shoved against the gray sink rim, anchoring my footing against the perimeter. Not budging. I growled low in my throat, standing guard.