Momentary Helplessness

Weariness ensued a deep sleep over me as I cradled my anxious brain to slumber. My dormitory sang a lullaby of hushed white walls and painted a vision of vast darkness. The complete and utter silence of the room formed a brimming catalog of wailing souls. Screams of those who suffered from morbid delusion as they embarked on their journeys to a utopia of longed fantasies. As my train neared its destination, I turned my head towards the open gates of an expansive walk-in.

My eyes were glued shut as a bucket of fatigue overflowed and spilled over my body. Discontinuity from attentiveness to my existence was short-lived, being altered by a sense of fearful tension. The adhesion in my eyelids was replaced with stitches as my body sewed itself onto my bed and my eyes pried open. I battled with the restraints of my body but quickly came to an armistice signing a peace treaty among my distress to regain feeling in my limbs. I lay there with hopelessness in taking control of my current state. I marveled over my inability to detach my body from the covers on my bed. It was like I had been placed inside of a coffin and buried alive. The topside covering of this jail cell I had been imprisoned in, fell onto me and pushed my chest six feet under. My lungs were emptied of any fuel left in my respiratory system. The only feeling I had left was that of being buried and time was ticking away rapidly. Yet the presence of my choking breath made it feel like an eternity. Concerned with the possible inevitability of my demise, I restlessly tried pushing away the immense pressure that grazed upon my chest. Nothing mattered and no great force seemed to affect my cause. I was trapped. Accepting defeat, I came to terms with the certainty of having no escape.

With my head turned, I began peering into the eerie emptiness that grew before my eyesight. Every blink revealed a portion of an image that I began to see. I had formed a tunnel vision focusing on the innermost part of my closet. He stood there in a shadow-like figure as his gaze deprived me of any security left in my conscience. Staggeringly tall, the man wore a shadow as his attire and towered over me drooling fear onto my face. His massive hands choked my fragile neck. It became harder to breathe. He began taking hold of my underside and figuring my posterior into a profoundly curved arch. As my body was relieved from the grip of my mattress, i entered upon drifting upwards. The iron bars were caving in as i floated into the midst of the jail cell. Guilt rushed through my veins as i reminisced over my lack of determination to fight back. I shut the doors of my sight and hoped that if this had been the end I would be free of the extreme ordeal. Despite my discouragement, a campfire of hope was relit by a flame of a groundbreaking discovery.

Closing my eyes allowed me to roam freely around a ghost town. Surely I could find a solution to my overwhelming conflict. My eyes wandered this wasteland looking for a clue on how to convert back into reality. I turned my attention towards the view of my feet and there I saw it. There lay a coffin shut closed by the man I had seen. I was a detective investigating the crime scene of my own felony. The power I had over my trance was diminishing as time formed into nothingness. I swung open the casket door and grabbed my arm. With every pull I had made, weakness replaced my efforts. I started to accompany time on its permanent vacation to worthlessness. Finally, my illusions had disappeared into the void of my lost imagination.

I opened my eyes and was presented with uncertainty. Moments after the rebirth of my vision, once again a heaviness began to press against my body, but I had been awarded the key to unlock the door of my confinement. I quickly shoved it into the lock and opened it eagerly. I had attained feeling in every part of my limp anatomy and the essence of happiness slew the guilt in my veins. I reached for the flask that resigned on my nightstand and replenished my thirst for safety. Refreshment allowed me to gain the courage to fall back asleep. I rested my eyes once again but as I painted my vision black, I caught a glimpse of the man once more.