The grip of my shoes was nonexistent and I skidded as I ran for the tube. I threw my arm through the closing doors. For a second, I felt completely disembodied
The first feeling was embarrassment. What had happened was yet to catch up with me. All I knew was that I was looking into an open carriage, my body wedged into the gap between the tube and the platform, while strangers were staring from their seats in shock.
It was 2015. I was 20 and on my way back from the airport, having been on holiday in Barcelona with some friends. My final year of university would begin in a few weeks. I was travelling to Waterloo station to get a train home, freckled and wearing a sundress. I was changing tube lines and time was tight, so when I saw the train at the platform I ran the last few strides.
