dark; I can't see anything, darker than the deepest cave at midnight.
A soft rumble grows from somewhere beside me. I'm afraid to
'God, please get me out of this.'
If I lay very still, maybe everything will go away. Maybe…maybe...Christ, I've got to get out of this! The rumble grows louder.
How did I get here? I shouldn't be here! I should be somewhere warm, someplace sunny.
I begin dreaming, finding my happy place. I can almost feel the warm sand on my feet, the heat of the sun on my bare back. The salty air blows my hair into my face. I can hear the roar of the waves crashing only yard away. But wait…that's not right.
The roar is not the waves…it's…it's... The sound is so loud it seems to be shaking the ground beneath me. I gotta get outta here. But I can't, if I move…I don't even want to think about what'll happen if I move.
Suddenly, a noise, louder than anything I'd ever heard before, completely drowns out the rumbling. It's a screeching, screaming blast that assaults my ears.
Not again! Please, not again!
Something taps my arm. I didn't even flinch, I knew it was coming. Next there will be a push against my shoulder. It had been the same for nearly nine years. It had been the same yesterday…and the day before that…and the weeks before that…and the months before that. The shrieking stops.
"Baby," a soothing voice calls to me. "It's time to get up. You have to go to work."
"NOOOOO!!!" I scream, jumping out of my bed.