6 Floors Down

The lift fell 6 floors down before coming to a stop between the 5th and the 6th floor. Was I terrified?

Honestly, no. At that point, i felt nothing, as though it didn't matter if the lift fell all the way and crashed. My bag fell off my shoulder, the laptop dropped to the floor, my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor under the sheer force as a result of the drop.

And when that sudden jerk came as the lift stopped, I couldn't look up. I was looking at the ground and just waiting for what would happen next. "Going up," the voice recording for the lift said. And at a snail like pace, the lift moved from between the 5th and 6th floor to land at the 6th floor. The doors opened and at a speed I never knew I possessed, I grabbed everything and half crawled half stumbled out of the lift.

I don't know how long I sat there, outside the lift, leaning against the wall. I didn't cry, I didn't breathe heavily. I just sat there.

No. I didn't have any flashbacks of my life neither can I say that I experienced any life changing moments where I regreted not spending enough time with the people around me.

All I felt was a sense of numbness that cacooned me for nearly 10 minutes. Then I grabbed my stuff and descneded down the stairs.

Awesome right? : )