The plastic cup clatters on the cold tile floor.
I bend to pick it up.
My arm swings in wild motions:
Too close...
Too far...
Perfect.
But my fingers won't grasp it.
My body won't obey my commands.
She watches me struggle, silently.
She grabs the cup.
Her face betrays her thoughts:
No more...
No more...
Please.
But when I reach out to hold her
I can't feel her touch.
My body is no longer my own.