Monday, November 10, 2008

He was suffocating. The room was filled with pitch black darkness. He was desperate. he felt the walls all around him...it was as if they were closing in on him and he felt desperate for fresh air.He moved to the only small hole in the door and put his mouth to it to suck in air, but it wasn't enough. He clasped the door knob and tried to force the door open..as he had often tried before..but to no avail. It was as if the entire vitality in the world was against him, forcing him back in the room and he was losing the fight and the will. He was suffocating.....the key...he had to find the key. He panicked, he had searched for it before, he couldn't find it..and now he was afraid...afraid of going away from the hole, afraid that he'd lose his only breath. No he would not leave it..he'll cling to it...damn that elusive key.......