Curled up in a cold room ever expanding outwards getting darker and darker unable to shake the cold away unable to rid the feelings of depressing pressure on the chest.
Still curled up the room expands outwards the world gets bigger and bigger along side the dark feeling of dred lonelyness and the inability to deal with it.
Lying down staring upwards at the cold ceiling eyes darting around imperfections in the cold white paint as coldness gets colder and darkness gets darker still no way out.
Feeling disappearing, care for anything vanishing the light unchanging but the world getting darker, colder life sucked away.
Unable to cry unable to scream out as the room continues to expand and everything and nothing is swallowed into the empty mass of expectation.
And then it ends all of it feeling, light, dark, fear, all disappears as if it was never there as if it was all a dream as if nothing but emptiness has filled the already empty capsule of the soul.
