I was meant to stand on my Achilles’ heels all night long. Up until a step became too high. My body wanted to compete with my brain and started lurching. Reassuring consistency somehow. Everything falling into places - even though the taxi journey was slightly too short at the end. To join the raindrops running on the glass of the window, some water came out of my eyes at some stage. Out of nowhere really. In the secret of the pale daylight kept behind the curtains. Quickly dried off by the heat of the bedroom, mixing with the sweat beads. Tropical thunder. Run.