The light above is a bright halogen light, like a vampire, I am afraid to let it touch my skin, petrified by what it will reveal.
I stare down at my feet trying not to make eye contact with the woman across from me.
I want to say hi and ask her about her day, but I am embarrassed to let her see my face.
Counting the numbers, 1, 2, 3, 23 seems like such a long way away.
Finally, the elevator ends and I exit.
The anxiety is gone, at least for now, until I have to go back down the shaft.
The 3 wall panel mirrors, the reflective metal, the overhead light. It is like a BDD box, the worst of them… Oh how I wish I could just take the stairs.
Story of my life.
Sometimes its nice to know were not alone, thanks for the validation!
– Stephen