Gasp

Gasping for air, terror all around me.

Awoken by a strong figure that clutches my hand, whispering to me again and again, “Who are you?”

Who are you, where do your words come from? Who are you, silly man?

A scared creature locked away in a castle built of stone, perhaps.

Gasping for air.

I cannot remember the last time I laid my weary eyes to rest to give them what I owe.

I see a dark shadow covering the sky, enveloping the sun. He smiles at me. Then all turns black.

Two white doors stand before me in the darkest of rooms, inviting me in.

I approach with caution, counting my strides.

Gasping?

I am stuck, stuck between choosing right or left. I cannot decide.

I cannot see. I am crushed by the invisible force. The doors turn black.

Gasp !