It feels as if I’m on the pavement for years, but in retrospect I believe it’s been just a small slide; an unfortunate mishap. I try to recuperate my strengths without too much of a scene. Yes; It’s fine. It’s fine. I exhale slowly.

I am able to walk again.

Lennard opens the door to me for the second time tonight. He now has the expression of a beaten dog.

“Sorry” I say.

“No, I am” he replies.

“Can I?”