Fresh air

I had an anxiety attack today. This almost never happens to me. I choose to eschew the occasional mental breakdown for a semi-permanent dour disposition. I needed some air. I leave the people infested theater to traverse the smoky casino. Fresh air nowhere in sight. I move through the casino and enter the exhaust filled parking lot. I arrive at my car and enter. I take some deep breaths. Not exactly 'fresh' air, I take what I can get. I'm on the clock so I can't stay. I make my way back to the theater, passing under the hot sun in my black on black ensemble. Only half my anxiety released, I go back to work. There is no escape.