The steam rose from the cup, warming my cold cheeks, I sipped it and made a face. I could never get used to the bitter drink. But it kept me awake and at the moment that could mean a life or death situation. I smiled thinking of how only a few weeks ago I had been drinking the same thing to stay awake and cram for exams. I had been studying creative literature. Now I was half way up Mt. Everest freezing cold and fighting tooth and nail to stay alive. I huddled down in the tent my breath catching in the thin oxygen. At 10:00 at night it was blindingly bright which I was thankful for because it made it hard to drift off. But at the same time it was so peaceful up here. Quite and calm, I wonder if it felt the same under the ocean? Like anything could happen. I imagined what it would feel like when I reached the top. Exciting? Satisfactory? Sad? Happy?
The public watches with bated breath as the young author faces the press. Famous for her popular novel “Snow”, the author is being asked several unimportant questions. They wait for the question everyone wants to know, finally a microphone shoved in her face, it’s asked. “You’re book was based on you’re own experiences in Everest, so how did you feel when you reached the top”? She looked down into her mug of coffee, then faces the camera, “I felt everything, everything at once.”
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