Knock! Knock! Knock! On my door.
An unexpected visitor? Never before.
In my comfort,  to the door I amble.
But once the doors open, its too much to handle.

The memories flood through, not wanting to leave.
They reach above my neck. I struggle to breath.
I try to find any possible way out,
But there's no one around
to hear me shout.

(A tap on my shoulder)I realise I'm still in line.
"Here's your coffee, miss. Are you alright? "
I'm just fine.