Eyes. So many eyes. They're all pointing in my direction. This room and every person in it is too close.
The air feels hot and heavy like it's been poisoned with nothing but the presence of the people to which the eyes belong. I wish the floor would split into a great chasm and swallow me whole.
At least then the eyes wouldn't be staring and passing silent judgements about me in whispers around the room. The eyes graze over me and I have no control. It make me so uncomfortable.
Nothing makes the heat and anxiety leave my head. They won't stop staring not until I'm completely alone again.