Nausea

Oscillating, vertiginous, even, despite the fact I'm on fours. A new wave of nausea rocking me. I collapse onto the floor, the surface ondulating, rippling, tilting from one angle onto another, each degree tipping me closer to the descending edge. Spreading my limbs, my hands are flat, sweaty palms with fingers clawing the tiles. Maybe, if I keep holding my breath, it'll stop.