Train station. Early morning. Your cheeks are burning. You're trying to dig your head into the bordeaux red scarf you are wearing, until only your hairline is visible anymore. Wishing you checked yourself twice in the mirror before leaving your house in a hurry, your feet are suddenly becoming very interesting. Your mind is spinning. What. The. Hell is going on? Is my hair doing something weird today? Slowly, you raise your hand and try to smoothen it down. More heads are turning. They're not smiling, only looking at you with eyes that are checking your every move. Hurry up legs, move faster. You look up to see you almost made it into your train. Just a few more steps on your new high hee.. "Mommy! Why is that girl hugging the ground?"
