When the world falls apart, some things stay in place.

I watched her hands move, tucking a strand of artificial-red hair that badly needed to be re-dyed behind an extravagantly pierced ear, hoisting up the shoulder of her blue cardigan that looked like something I used to wear, before it finally settled, curled loosely in her lap. I was surprised at seeing someone I'd never seen before, I mean, in a town this small, you learn to recognise almost every face almost immediately, especially the ones that look slightly unusual or that they may bear some vague similarity to you.
(And she had dyed red hair and beaded moccasins after all.)
I distracted myself from the sudden panicked feeling of alienation,
of falling,
of leaving,
of floating,
of disconnecting,
and
I tried not to allow my thoughts to leave the tangible physical world of the book I was clutching in front of me,
in my very-much-real little hands,
just in case it disappeared completely.

But then it was all ok, I was back in it all, the smell of cheap coffee and the industrial sounds of hairdressers and someone trying to control their wayward children.
The girl with the dyed-red hair took a sandwich out of her embroidered bag and unwrapped it. I recognised the red-on-white printed logo immediately, she had bought it from the same café that I always go to.
(We had something in common after all.)

Source: http://gokturkayan.deviantart.com/art/a-deriva-so-long-lonesome-280984071