REFUGE


The washroom in the office is right at the main hallway. I don't like it.

What if one day I forgot to lock the door and somebody swings it open? I already have a problem of using the public toilet for fear that some creep attacks me in my cubicle that I can't sit still. But I have to.

Then again, it's where I run to to get a few minutes of nap when I need it.

That's where you cry quietly without the world watching.

She goes there to smoke a ciggy to get her mind off things for a while.

Within those four tiny walls is a different world in which offers escape.

After that you step out again.

Even if you were caught with your pants down.

break