You are in one of the ones built to sway. When there was a fire,
the elevators used to return automatically to the first floor.
Not today. In case of fire, you have been taught: Take the stairs,
always take the stairs, but now they tell you you must not strike out
on your own, you must listen to what you do not want to heed—
Forget the one thing you thought you knew when everything
started to burn. The smoke is fading out the hallway, you hear
scraps of them yelling, their feet knocking on the floor. You hear,
Get in the elevator. Because you want to live and because
you have been trained to listen, you listen. You are obedient. You go
against instinct. You go in. You let the doors close around you.
You move down, through, and past the emergency.
The doors open. You are clear. You have now,
and time to think about it.