For three long hours, I stood frozen in the middle of the room, all eyes upon me.
My body didn’t move, but my mind drifted into limbo. Time slipped into Zen mode. My knees protested creakily. The rest of my body whispered softly.
My eyes caught my every hand tremor. I really looked – I mean really looked – at my fingers and toes, every crooked, ugly joint with all those wrinkly creases for long…
