Bright lights were flashing; I was caught between red and green flashes. In my mind, I was sitting with legs squeezed against my stomach as if doing yoga that should ease my breathlessness but only adding to my anxiety. My strangled breath started drumming into my ears so that I could no longer hear anything else.
It is the start of February…yet another month. But not like every other month. A new and different kind of calendar greeted me on the front page of my daily newspaper: February 7 is rose day, February 8 is propose day (It subtly suggests a break-up day sometime after 14 February).