Lunch hit, and with it a shower. Today she'd been higher than ever, and today, the wind had been stronger than ever - Lyra wasn't afraid of her harness snapping, or any random freak accident that would send her falling her to her death, but her body didn't know that. Her body said, we're swinging quite uncontrollably back and forth right now, aren't we? Let's sweat. Let's not go so far as to wet ourselves, but maybe, next violent gust, let's start to think about wetting ourselves?
Lyra hadn't wet herself, because next violent gust her supervisor got a phone call from inside the skyscraper, furious that Lyra was out there washing windows in this wind because he didn't want Lyra's boss to sue him for her death.
Capitalism was cool, Lyra thought, as she grinned like a madwoman on the train home. She really loved the way they prioritized human life! So cool!
She couldn't stop grinning, even though she knew it was fucked. She wished she'd taken a video up there with her, just to share with the world what had been happening to her, but her hands had been kinda shaky and she didn't want to drop her phone. She wanted to stick it up online and make other people's stomachs drop the way hers had. That was one way to go viral.
Her body really reeked when she got home though. Fear sweat! Definitely a thing! No one else was home, so she showered long, till she felt less like she was going to burst into semi-hysterical laughter if anyone so much as talked to her.
With no work again till later this afternoon, she flopped down on the couch, her legs up the back of it because half the couch was taken up with clean (but unfolded) laundry. It wasn't hers. Her mom's mostly. She might get to it in a little bit, once her arms stopped feeling so much like weighted noodles, but for now she was going to lie on a soft flat surface for a while, one that her brain still told her was dipping and swaying in the wind.