The endless Search for a private Stall

"I was wandering through a massive, drafty public building with a desperate, throbbing pressure in my lower stomach, hunting everywhere for a bathroom. Every door I pushed open revealed a nightmare: rows of toilets completely out in the open without any walls, bowls packed to the brim with trash, or weird porcelain fixtures that twisted into the floor like abstract art instead of actual plumbing. I kept rushing from room to room, my panic growing heavier with every second while strangers milled around watching me with blank stares. Finally, I found a clean, private stall behind a velvet curtain, but right as I went to use it, the scene violently dissolved and my eyes snapped open, leaving me trapped in that exact same tense, agonizing frustration, my body still aching as if I never made it."