“She needed water. She felt so weak. She knew she would faint, if she did not swallow down a gulp or two of that salvaging liquid in the coming minutes. She forced herself to move forward. Each step a miracle. She reached the sink and grabbed the closest recipient sitting at arm’s length.
She turned on the faucet and collected the precious fluid in a tall glass. The sound of the pressured liquid flooding out of the plumbing was a relief from the daunting silence she had been immersed in for the past hours. She welcomed it as both a force and a break from the previous mood.
She let the water run, pour out of the glass, over her hand and into the sink a minute longer than was necessary.”