I have been here for two hours but I feel displaced
in time, as if I have never been anywhere else. The small exam room
has a single painting of a meadow, and the low narrow window is shuttered
so that I cannot see the trees or morning light. My heart thumps hard
and rapidly in my chest.
Outside the closed door behind me I hear the faint muffled voices
of technicians at the nurse's station, and then a deeper voice. The
conversations and laughter stop. Silence seeps under the door. I shiver
and tighten my grip on the plastic arms of the examination chair.
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