A Night of Walking

She stared out the window for a few seconds trying to see past her reflection into the night. She took one last look and a deep breath before turning on her heel and walking the five feet to the desk. Here she stopped again leaning on the desk feeling too much air leave her body as she let out a deep breath. That’s the way it was with every breath not enough air in and always too much air let out. Once again she began her trek across the room. She made the trip hundreds of times during those four long hours on her feet stopping only to say ello as each of the guests came in through the double doors and then once again as each of them left she listened to the music floating to her from the other room. She was Glad she had switched to the doors. Even this far away the beat of songs like Ice Ice Baby pulsed painfully within her head.