I know I never work in whatever gets called an office, e. g. , a school office I use only for meeting students and storing books I know I'm not going to read anytime soon.
I felt like I was trapped in one of those terrifying nightmares, the one where you have to run, run till your lungs burst, but you can't make your body move fast enough. . . But this was no dream, and, unlike the nightmare, I wasn't running for my life: I was racing to save something infinitely more precious. My own life meant little to me today.