She was dying of thirst. Her throat felt dry. She stared longingly at her water bottle. It sat there, tantalizing her. She wanted to get it but was afraid of causing a distraction.
The pastor was giving his sermon. It was a good one but she was only half-listening to it. She cleared her throat and then felt self-conscious. She tried not to fidget. She tried not to think about the water bottle. She tried to ignore her thirst but it was no use. She got up, somehow tripped and ended up flat on her face. The pastor continued preaching.