Subway

It’s Monday. I have an early class and because I lingered in bed for too long, now I have to hurry not to be late. This means that I need to take the subway. The subway compresses everyone into a space that feels too small.
No one makes eye contact. But everyone is aware. I feel like everyone is looking at me.
I prefer walking sixteen blocks to class. Walking feels like control. The subway feels like torture.
If I avoid it long enough, I will just limit my options of what I can do in the city.
Visiting a friend's cafe in Brooklyn? Harder. Events at night across town? Unlikely. Spontaneous plans? Not a chance.
Anxiety doesn’t always mean being trapped in a room.
Sometimes, it completely changes your map.

• Get on the subway
• Turn around and walk