A tightening in my chest is the only warning I get before I realize: I've forgotten again.
I gasp air in, desperately. Then, shallow breaths as my lungs protest the abuse- an occurrence that is becoming habit.
Tilting my head back, I regard the ceiling panels- ancient and yellowed. It’s been happening with increasing frequency- a memory grabs me, refuses to let go.
I turn my gaze back to the computer; forcing myself back to work- reminding myself that he’s someone else’s now. I shut my brain off- try not to think about it.
But I keep forgetting to breath.
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