Altitude

 

 

I didn't realize that I had fallen asleep until she tugged on my sleeve a little while later, staring in amazement through the window at the billowing clouds below.

 

   

I smoked packs and packs of cigarettes, putting them out in the sink, in empty bottles, in glasses, in the toilet.

I stared into the mirror. I pulled at the circles beneath my eyes. I washed my face. I neglected to shave. I punched things.

I cried, and it hurt.


I didn't know where to turn. I had no idea what I was even looking for.

And then it hit me, she'd mentioned her doctor before. The one that was supposed to be helping her with her memory problems. Why hadn't I thought of that before? What was his name?

I grabbed a phone book and began searching. No luck.