Too much noise. Too much light. Too much.
My eyes were shut against the glare of the strip lighting above, hood pulled up to block out some of my periphery but it still wasn’t quite enough. There was just too much of everything.
Hotdogs and popcorn and the stale sweat of a thousand strangers hung in the air. Voices twisting and turning, too loud, bouncing around inside my aching skull. Even with the light somewhat blocked by my hooded head-to-the floor posture it was still too much.
Huddled in a corner I rifled through my bag as quickly as possible, earphones quickly plugged into my phone. Shuffle the music, I didn’t care what was playing as long as it blocked out the thunder of footsteps and conversation.
I could do nothing about the smell.
Light blocked, sound drowned out by familiar tunes I could feel the pressure in my chest receding a little. Breath was coming easier; I didn’t feel as dizzy and overwhelmed. I stayed in my corner for as long as I could. Aware that I was being watched by security but uncaring, I huddled until my heart rate was even, my breathing steady and my hands no longer shaking.
I went home.
Christmas shopping would have to wait.
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