I am sitting in a plastic chair
There are people moving round. Hustle. Bustle.
Why am I here. Who am I.
I do not remember
I am staring at the floor. Green I think.
A shape looms over me. Close. Too close.
I startle.
A big man. Large. Close. I am scared.
“Hello Grandma – I love you”
I do not know who it is.