My heart was thumping into my chest bone as I grasped for the next rung. Then the next as my feet trailed behind. One at a time, I thought.
There was no stopping.
Outside of the restaurant, the night was still and the eclectic mix of music piped through Farmhouse’s speakers was replaced with the incalzando tempo of my heart in my ears.
Why did I ever watch Vertigo? I really should work out more. Are my hands normally this moist? For my biography, is this considered adventurous? Was that my last meal? These are the thoughts that race through your brain as you climb a ladder into the heavens at 9 o’clock on a school night. Continue reading Farmhouse: Roof to Table