He knows my name, though we’ve never met. His face looks blurred though I wear glasses.

I’ve come to a halt. Even so the rhythmic sound of the metal gate continues.

‘Where are you going?’ he asks.

‘To integration course’ I answer.

‘No, you’re not. You’ve missed every class because of your anxiety attacks.’

‘Today is a new beginning.’

The man looks away, then turns his blurry face right back to me.  

‘This is just a reconstruction of that day because you can’t remember its ending.’

Sweat is pouring down my back. Normally he takes more time for his attack. I close my eyes. 

My magic sandals come to mind.

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