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How will we ever get off of this hill alive? This question I ask myself on a regular basis as I contemplate the pros and cons of the life that I find myself living.  I have no answer, of course.  One day we must leave, and I expect that that will be the day that my fretting and over-thinking will seem like a positive thing.  The wise choice would be to enjoy the view while I have the opportunity, though I find myself planning for any potential disasters compulsively.  Hedonism and recklessness have never been my thing. She is seemingly asleep in the stuffy apartment, and so I feel no qualms with watching.  My attention wanders occasionally

13 steps to the bathroom.  The same every day.  We've been in the same routine for so long that I navigate the apartment from muscle memory alone. Somewhere between the metro journey home and The Hour, she let me down.  I find Piper lying, supine, on the inconveniently-placed bed.  The ink on her skin, usually hidden by oversized clothing, glares at me; a reminder of the person who surprised and delighted me several years ago.  In this situation, it seems only appropriate to stare; rude to wake her in the midst of something so selfish. I creep by silently.  I do not wake her; half