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I awoke in stillness. Glancing around a large plain concrete room balanced atop a tall tower, looking out a wide window over a vast serene wilderness. Lush with plants and wildlife, breezes flowing, and just the right amount of sunlight.
The air in the room is cool and fresh, almost over oxygenated, like a rainforest. Each breath brings an abundance of relief, and I begin breathing short as each small breath fills my chest and invigorates me. This new breath is calming and relaxes me in this peculiar situation. Consumed by serenity, I breath in this places beauty, no longer longing for anything else.
Days pass,
The room is empty yet the faint sound of water dripping begins to emanate, slightly offbeat to a strange rhythm. It’s curious, yet better than silence.
Days pass,
I find myself looking out the window for long periods of time, watching the sky as it slowly becomes more foggy and grey each day. The sun no longer sees me for any full day.
Days pass,
I watch the plants begin to wither and fade into a dead brown, the leaves and their remnants blown further away until the wind is completely erased.
Days pass,
Each day the air becomes dryer and stagnates, until there is only enough oxygen in the recycled air to keep alive. As the last scent fades, the air becomes faint and dull.
Days pass,
The water begins dripping more regular, like a slow metronome. I can predict every drop seconds before it sounds. Over time, the rest between notes expands and begins to echo longer and longer with each loop. Soon I no longer hear the drips in between.
Days pass,
My body tells me to get out. I run my hands across every concrete wall, floor and corner for any irregularity, but there are none, by design. Despite my unsettlement, I commit to sleep one more night to gain energy and plan an escape.
Night passes,
I awake and spend my morning like each morning, standing, looking out my window at an eerily bleak view. The entire sky a smooth ripple-less gray blanket. The ground a bare brown chalk, too far to perceive detail. No plants have grown, no evidence of life to be seen. I cannot allow my mind to wander-It does not abide
Hours pass,
My anxieties catch my thoughts, and I am ashamed of my carelessness. In the panic I come to a realization, there is but one way out. Through the window. I collect myself and focus my breathing, intently gathering strength
Minutes pass,
I look determinedly straight out at the horizon, manifesting in my sight, I realize that there is no glass, just the distance from me to the edge of confinement
Seconds pass,
I brace my legs for an explosive charge. My mind is ready, my body is ready. I open my mouth to release a defiant guttural cry, as I pour every ounce of strength into making my advance
But the moment does not pass
Nothing happens
My mind screaming, yet nothing comes forth, as the air is prematurely vacuumed from my lungs. My legs firmly braced, yet completely immovable, instantly made as dense as the bare concrete they’re atop. My minds determination depleted, clouded with doubt. The window now thicker and darker than ever before, even a crack appears across its face, taunting me with its grin. I look right and left around the room as my vigor turns to fear. Utterly unable, I close my eyes to withdraw in my defeat and find some peace in acceptance of my fate, only to be deterred by the unrelenting sound of the dripping metronome. Failure consumes me.
The moment passes,
I reanalyze my place in this structure and finally understand my condemnation. My expression becomes cold, lifeless, adapted to my environment. Exhausted and demoralized, I peer out over the land and the sky, and think, what could have been, before drifting out of consciousness
Night passes
I awake
and spend my morning
like each morning
standing
looking out my window
at an eerily
bleak
view
Life passes…
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