I'm in a box,
Square and enclosed.
I can't breathe.
I squint my eyes and my box opens up.

I'm in a tunnel,
Short and small.
I can barely move, only crawl.
I can't handle this.
I can't...I can't...
I blink.
I feel cool air on my face, but I cannot see a thing.

I'm in a cave,
Dark and eerie.
I'm scared.
Water drips down and echoes through open space.
I feel a drop on my face, wet and slimy.
I start to cry.
My feet drop from below me and I'm drenched.

I'm in the ocean,
Endless and unforgiving.
I'm drowning.
The water is freezing my body.
I cannot move.
My tears are frozen to my face.
I can't even close my eyes.
I think I pass out.

I'm on the shore,
Quiet and alone.
I stare at nothing.
The ocean is silent,
Not a wave to crash onto shore.
The sand is hard as stone, not a creature about.
Nothing crawling or swimming,
Not a sound to be heard.
I am completely alone on this never-ending shore.
The sky is dark,
No sun in sight to brighten this day.
I close my eyes tightly
And wish myself away from this wasteland.

I'm in a house,
Empty and silent.
I do not feel at home.
This is not cozy or warm like a house should be.
This is dreary,
Cold,
Uninviting.
I do not want to live here.

I'm in a room,
Dark and enclosed.
I am claustrophobic.
There are no windows or doors,
No entrance or exit.
It is like my box, but bigger.
Yet no less frightening.
I still can't breathe.

The room closes in.
It's a box again,
And it's closing in more and more,
Until there's nothing left.
Not even me.

I was utterly alone,
And now I'm gone.

Now I am nothing.