Audio: [When I’m late, I walk fast](https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cZ5mHwHxL2uDPrAVi2UKD45MRyDPv3CJ/view?usp=drivesdk) When I’m late, everything moves in a straight line. I wake up, see the time on my phone, and sit up right away. There’s no thinking. I put my feet on the floor, grab the clothes from the chair, and get dressed without checking the mirror. In the kitchen I don’t make coffee. I just take a banana, my keys, and my bag. I lock the door and start walking. Outside, I walk fast. I don’t stop to look at messages. I keep my eyes forward and count the blocks in my head. At the first corner, I cross even if the light is about to change. I hear cars, but I don’t slow down. I know this route well. I take the short street behind the bakery, pass the bus stop, and cut through the small park. As I walk, I check my watch once, then once again. I adjust the strap of my bag so it doesn’t slide. I pass people who are walking slowly, some with coffee cups, some talking on their phones. I don’t say anything. I just move around them and keep going. Near the office, I slow down for a moment to breathe. I wipe my hands on my jacket and push the door open. Inside, I walk to my desk, put my bag down, and sit. My heart is still beating fast, but I’m there.