It was supposed to have been just a nap, just a short little get-me-through-the-rest-of-the-day-please, just a little more time unconscious enough that the afternoon would feel a little more bearable. However when she woke up it was pitch black and the air felt thick, clumping in the back of her throat and making her every breath a struggle.
She couldn't move, the air weighed her down like a layer of tar being gently poured over her limbs and open mouth. She couldn't even turn her head, the air had tucked her in like the last layer of dirt over a coffin and she began to cry.
No sound came out, it seemed like nothing could get past the air that surrounded her, pressed down on her and gently smothered her. As her eyes blurred with tears that were just as trapped in place as she was, she saw a movement on the ceiling.
She saw something looking up at her with her own eyes before turning away and walking towards the door.
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