Across the warm white plastic, the vibration of words and motions rock the honesty away from my fingertips and out my eyes. As I blink, each eyelash drips blood and broken tactics. I wait for a circular set of footsteps to bring me back to whom I was and where I wanted to be. As I research for the softness, I notice it’s lost while I’m buried beneath the heat. Sweating out everything, including the thought of me.