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Hazy. Afternoon sun, golden and warm.
Generic room unknown. Public place perhaps?
Possibly a restaurant.
Leaving someone or a group in a hurry / panic.
Murmurs and voices unclear.
Age and year : unknown.
Exact location :unknown.
Round tables , chest height line the room, like a maze . Weaving through them I become dizzy. Hot. Light headed.
Someone calls out in a worried soft but loud voice.
A person that I know though currently do not know whom - faceless - their arm reaches out towards me, I wonder why as I grab the side of one of the tables and feel my bodies weight against the wall , try hard to remain standing.
It is futile and I fall to the ground.
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Wake.
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