Relief

I am sitting in a room, trapped in darkness.
Engulfed in a never ending night and I have no idea what is going on.

There is a smell about this room I don't much care for.
It is not a bad smell, it's not disgusting or intolerable.
But it a scent I cannot place my finger on and my natural fear
of the unknown is causing impatience that almost makes me gag.

The room is drafty. I feel a cool breeze rush over my skin once in a while
almost as if there was someone opening a door that leads to the outside
but, I am sure there is not because there is never a change of lighting
the same way a room get's brighter when you come inside from the street.
There are no noises that indicate other people around me or a door itself being
opened.

I feel as if I am on fire. My skin is burning and my cheeks feel hot
as if I am embarassed. My lips are chapped and sore and my eyes begin to water
the way they would if there was smoke being blown into them.

There is a noise that comes about every few seconds.
A drip of water hitting cement. Like a leaking sink in the middle of a street.
I wonder if I am in a sewer. But I don't hear cars above me roar over the pavement and
I hear no running water or scurrying rats.

I shut my eyes and squeeze my face so tightly
it feels almost as if I have aged exceedingly.

When I open them, the room is white.
I look down and I can see my hands, my feet, my legs, the chair upon which I am seated.
I sigh a breath of relief. Pure, exasperated relief.

I am dead.


(eric says hello)