Leap: What you’d do if you had the guts – off the ledge, arms outstretched, looking up so you won’t see you’re about to end in a heap on the asphalt.
Sleep: What you want. Deep, undisturbed, refreshing sleep, not the fitful tossing and turning that ensues if you get anywhere near slumbering at all.
Weep: What you do once your head hits the pillow. Keeping it together during the day is hard work; you don’t know how you manage most of the time. But here, safe underneath the covers, you allow yourself the relief of tears seeping into the linen.