I sit down for a moment, waiting like the man said, and it is only then that I realize I am still shirtless. And not wearing underwear. There hadn’t been time to do anything more than throw on a pair of gray pajama pants. I say a silent prayer that I at least had enough time to do that. This situation would have been much more uncomfortable had I been entirely naked.
When unknown minutes pass with no sign of anyone coming to speak with me, I stand up and begin to pace.
Without the sound of my footsteps on the floor, the room is too quiet. I can hear my own heart beating in my chest. I know it is all in my head, but I feel like I can hear my insides. Like I can hear my own organs working and digesting and pumping. So, I pound my heels into the floor to tune it out with no idea how lone I’
