The Room

I woke up in a dark room. There was just one lit area and one chair. I sat down in the chair to catch my breath, although I’m not sure what made me run out of breath in the first place.

I couldn’t remember how I got in there, but I had a feeling I was going to be stuck for a while. Once I caught my breath, I began searching the room for an exit. The first thing I would have to do would be to find a wall so that I could find a door.

I began walking in one direction in hopes of running into the wall. I walked into the darkness and I shouldn’t have done that. Suddenly, I felt an extreme chill.

I was colder than I’d ever been in my entire life now and I was overcome with an absolute sadness, hopelessness, and depression.

I kept on walking, tears welling up in my eyes and feeling like falling to the ground and crying until I died of exhaustion. I suddenly saw a familiar single lit area and chair. I ran toward it and embraced its warmth.

The sadness was gone and I suddenly got wet, as if ice was melting off of me. I’m thankful that I never found the wall, my depression probably would have driven me to slam my head into it until I died. It just then hit me, though, that I had never turned around. I walked into the darkness and came out of the other side of the room.

I was depressed again, but fortunately it wasn’t nearly as bad as the reasonless depression that hit me when I wandered into the darkness. If I wanted to find an exit, I’d have to enter the darkness again at some point. I suddenly felt as if I was suffocating. My vision turned completely black as I grabbed at my throat, trying to get oxygen, but to no avail. I blacked out.

I woke up in a dark room. There was only one lit area, and one chair. I sat down in the chair to catch my breath, although I’m not sure what made me run out of breath in the first place...