My eyes shot open. I must’ve dozed off. My head was pounding. Perhaps it was the bright, fluorescent light in this cold, white, sterile box of a room. I was sitting on a black plastic chair against the wall. The entire wall was lined with the same chairs, with occupants of various ages, creeds, ethnicities. Across from me, along the opposite wall, there was a receptionist window, with a bored-looking woman looking down at her desk. She was probably reading. Along the left wall, a woman and her young child—no older than six or perhaps seven—sat next to each other. … Continue reading “Waiting Room”