I always thought it was ridiculous how people drop things in shock. It affects your mind, without even the slightest impact on your hand muscles. I was wrong. Never had I experienced such horror before. My fingers went numb, and I felt the cup slip out of my grasp almost in slow motion. And then it was falling, falling towards the ground. I nearly crumpled too. “No,” I choked. The implosion of the glass broke through the murkiness of my brain. I watched as the cup shattered into thousands of pieces with a piercing squeal, the glass shiny and hopeful despite its newly broken state. I vaguely registered some splinters try to penetrate my jeans, but I didn’t feel any pain. Or perhaps I was past feeling. I turned and ran. I heard the crunch of glass under my feet, admonishing me of my cowardice, warning me of the danger. The danger. I could still hardly believe it. I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut. All I could see was the plummeting glass fracturing over and over again.