The room spun, and not without a certain detached sense of urgency. 

Tran stood, waited. Beat. A tenative step toward the hallway, into the vortex,
toward the humming, a squat magnet-clad fridge. Another step. Beat.
The left barefoot clears an unfurled yoga mat. Tran hopes the right was paying
close attention to repeat the success.

"While you're up,"

Words trail off, torn from her ears. Not her ears, but that space where vibrations
become pulses and become words. Nothing that she can listen to. Like when depress
your finger on a vein. Not right now. Beat. 

Tran's cell phone rings, silently, a motion that brings it dangerously closer
to the table's edge.

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Planes rise and fall with a scheduled grace unlike the men who guide them. 

Distant mountains clad with ribbons of woods, dark green on light green,
the snowcap against raw morning sky is bluish.

Tran holds her coffee cup the way some people pray, palms together, gathering heat.
It is morning, this is what morning-people do. She thinks about yesterday and trys
(fails) to gain distance from the memories.

Tran turns over a book, either to read the blurbs or escape the cover. She's not sure which.

Outside the view is all choreographed.

Acceleration and deceleration: the forces of gravity are respectfully defied.