Somehow out of this bright, illuminated room a fog began to seep in.
It began like a low, slithering snake,
then rose up and swallowed the space whole.
I couldn’t see,
I couldn’t hear.
A high pitched noise drowned out any wavelengths trying to escape my mouth.
A weight pressed down on my chest, stopping my breath,
Crushing my lungs.
It seemed everything around me was moving.
But I was stuck in my own tracks,
Darkness and chaos.
A mass was lodged in my throat.
My heart was no longer a metronome of even, stable beats,
But a morning doves call.
Sudden and alarming, silence for a second,
Just enough to relax again,
and then awakening once more.
I was agitated and afraid.
Waiting for the fog to pass.
Once it did,
those minutes felt like hours,
and I was left with nothing but exhaustion.
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