She awakes.

Blurry images flash past her eyelids and blinding lights surround her as she blinks her way back into consciousness.

“Not again..”

Her eyes adjust and she sighs heavily. As usual, she smiles to the crowd surrounding her and shrugs it off.

“It’s normal. It’s an illness.”

As she sits up, she looks for someone familiar. She grabs hold of a colleague and leaves the shop floor.

While she sits outside on her own, she wonders, as everyone does:

“Why me.”