Naked in the Fire
We go through our lives trained for how to respond to fires. In kindergarten, we draw maps for escaping our house and decide where we'll meet our family. A few years later, we practice lining up and filing out of the school. And at every movie, we look for the nearest exit.
I assumed, based on all these drills and reminders, I would know what to do if there ever was a fire as long as I was awake, sober, and the fire wasn't roaring between the exit and me. But after last week, I'm not so sure.
While out of town visiting a friend, I stayed at her apartment. My first morning there, I was taking life particularly slow - lounging around, sipping coffee, posting Instagrams, and not expecting a fire to happen. My friend had gone to work, left me her key, and I wouldn't see her until evening.
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