Harry Potter was in theaters at this time, and there were lots of people going to see it.
It was an afternoon in November, and I had been working the door, ripping tickets and directing people to their screens. It was Harry Potter, and a few others, a lot of people to get through quickly, and when it finally cleared out, I took a few steps towards the bench, and down I went.
Looking back now, I don’t remember too much of it, but I was out in the open, and my coworkers saw me collapse.
Once again, I was fully awake, convulsing with all my muscles clenched, curled up in the fetal position, in silent screams of agony.
Once it was over, I rested for an hour in the break room before going home.