Chlorine

The smell of chlorine reminded her why her hair was soaking into the back of her shirt. Vents blew chilling air as they hummed softy, hard to hear over the muffled, echoing yells of children separated from her by a thin glass window. Unexpected footsteps in the hall were soon followed by a squeaky door opening then closing. She caught a glimpse of the slowest clock on the wall with every turn, spinning in a swivel chair, dizzy.