“How are you, today?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips. As soon as the words leave his mouth, I realise that I am feeling more lost than usual. Somehow, unlike the other days, I cannot bring myself to articulate “fine” . Instead I just nod at his question. Taking it as a sign of my disinterest, he waves an uncomfortable goodbye and heads towards his seat. Suddenly, I am struggling to breathe, my legs feel like jelly, ready to give up any time. Hands balled into a fist, I somehow manage to wobble to the powder room.   I find myself staring at the girl in the mirror but I do not recognise the girl staring back at me. Her eyes are hollow and kind of empty. Her flushed cheeks are stained with tears. She looks like a ghost, sickly and pale. The girl in the mirror feels so foreign to me that I find myself reaching towards her. As my burning arm touches the mirror, the spell breaks. Breathing is not effortless anymore, the walls in the lavatory start closing in on me...