Supermarket. Enter.
People. Shockwaves in my head. Moving. Keep going, just keep going.
Get your beer. Get your alcohol. Get your remedies to escape.
Food. Now. You won't survive without it. Moving, moving slowly.
Keep your head down. The images are too fast for you.
I feel the alcohol stick to my tongue.
Where is it I need to go?
My footsteps pacing blindly. I need something to eat, fast.
I dare to life my chin. Looking up. Friendly, yet distanced smile.
“May I take your order?”
The sentence echoed throughout my head. Order.. take.. order.
Say something!
“Yes.. I’d like…”
Hurry! People are waiting!