The Paper

Start timer. I ran downstairs with my sneakers already on my feet, leaving footprints of dirt on the carpet. Not realizing at the time how crucial this seemingly small mistake was. I grabbed a jacket off the hook beside the door and ran outside. The air was frigid. I pulled the ripped piece of paper from my fraying and dirty jeans pocket and read "go three blocks left." I shoved it back into my pocket and broke into a sprint...