The world hasn’t felt as suffocating as it does now in quite a while. Every step hurried yet slowed for distance, every breath careful to not disturb a single sound even the loudest ones, every look searching for obstacles to avoid, and a clawing pain on my neck aching to be relieved from a shaky breath or a scream of some sort. Maybe even a hand grounding it, squeezing it perhaps, reminding it that it’s alive and that it’s real and that it’s on earth where everything judges and everything ignores, that now your ignored even with six eyes on you at once it’ll be ignored after that split second passes. As long as eyes don’t meet, it’ll all be fine.