“And your skin feels tight, and the walls are pressing against your lungs so you can’t breathe, and your brain starts slipping sideways because the world looks so different now than it used to.” I sucked in a breath and squeezed my eyes shut for a moment. “And you just want to run—run hard. And breathe. You’re crawling inside yourself. You don’t just want out of the room. You want out of your skin.”
