What are you doing here? he said. You're supposed to be over there.
But I didn't like it over there. I tried it and it felt wrong, like a shirt that shrunk in the wash.
What's a shirt got to do with it? he said, not understanding. You need to go back there.
There was genuine fear in his voice. This is not your place.
Well at that point I didn't know what to do. I obviously wasn't wanted here but I didn't feel comfortable there.
So I closed my eyes.
Nowhere can be easier.