Where am I? Here are some clues:
I am sitting in a room full of women, talking to each other in pairs.
I am surrounded by people trying to help me.
I am expected to address a group of people I don’t know.
I am naked.
Everyone around me has given up hope.
The room picks up a buzz, transforming it into an expectant combustion of desperation.
I am struggling to keep up with the seating order rotation.
I linger and pretend to belong.
The number of energetic young parents bothers me.
I feel like a child and am surrounded by younger people.
The noises don’t bother me, for I am tolerant.
I am studying everyone around me, convinced that no one notices.
I drown in my chair, exuding an air of I don’t care.
I have ridden through this tunnel of danger before.
The other person is essential but doesn’t matter.
I plunge and break.