Sanctuary

I could hear the familiar sounds of kids screaming, babies crying, and adults screaming and crying. I curled into a smaller ball, my feet rising completely off the floor to rest on the cold steel bench. I leaned my back further into the corner. Somewhere, my children were a part of the chaos. I opened my book, the new book smell drifting up as I flipped the first few crisp pages. I had found my sanctuary. 


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