I was sitting in the waiting room of a doctor's office and feeling scared. No windows, beige walls and beige carpets and neat beige furniture chosen for its total lack of personality; a quiet, climate-controlled stasis chamber to float in while you wait, fizzing with nerves, to the soft hiss of overprocessed air that smells like nothing. The only other person there was a tiny older woman wearing long earrings, sitting on the other side of the room and looking quietly at her phone. The she laughed, and laughed again, and suddenly the room felt alive and real and we smiled at each other. We talked for a minute about how cute babies and animals are and then the nurse came to get her and I was alone, but connected and grounded again.
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June 2019
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