It was pitch black. I couldn't see anything. The cold was bone chilling, seeping through my skin. My first comprehensible thought? WHAT THE HELL WHERE AM I! Against my will I tried to scream. But when i opened my mouth ice cold water rushed in. I was drowning in the darkness that surrounded me. I tried to swim up to get to air but eventually I couldn't move anymore due to lack of oxygen.
I lurched into a sitting position. It was still unbelievably black. But I realized something just then. I could breathe. Suddenly the tightness that had been constraining my lungs loosened and I let out a breath I hadn't known i was holding. I never thought I would be so grateful for such a little thing. I groped around in the dark for a minute or so attempting to find my phone which I had left on the nightstand. Finally after locating the object I turned it on.
Jesus why do I always leave the brightness up all the way? After blinking repeatedly I read the time displayed on the screen. 4:00 a.m. "Well I guess i might as well get ready for work." I mumbled to myself.
I meandered into the bathroom where I showered and brushed my teeth. After I was cleaned up I returned to my bedroom. It's fairly normal. Of average size with furniture you would expect to find in a bedroom. (bed, closet, nightstand, dresser.) I sighed and pulled on a hoodie and jeans. Being a janitor at the local high school didn't really require me to dress in formal attire. I checked my phone again and it said it was still only 5:00.
I decided I would just go into the kitchen and have a pop-tart for breakfast. I walked into the kitchen and placed the little pastry into the toaster. It isn't uncommon for me to have that nightmare. I've never been able to decipher it. I don't fear the dark, in fact I kind of like it. I don't fear water. So what the hell does it mean? Maybe it represents me having a fear of going insane, being lost in the darkness. I thought.
The toaster dinged and I was startled from my reverie. I slowly munched on my breakfast and moseyed back into my room to retrieve my cover-alls and boots. After checking the time again I left the house. Surprisingly today I'm looking forward to my visit to the psychiatrists office. I need to find out who that punk Prince Charming was. Hopefully he isn't as much like Sydney from "A Tale of Two Cities" as I think.
