Calm down. What do you know? I know the floor is cold. Probably cement. It is rough, with some loose stones. It is musty. It makes me think of a basement, but I don't know, I don't know where I am.
Breathe. What else do you know? My shoulder hurts. My hip hurts. My knee hurts. My toes feel numb, but that's because of the cold. I hurt because I've been laying on one side on a hard surface. I should move... I am stiff, but I don't feel broken. I can stretch out my legs and not touch a wall or anything. What else is here? Why am I here?
Come on, what do you see? My eyes are swollen from crying and my head hurts. I feel crusty and it's hard to open my eyes... it's dark. My hands are tied together! They're together, and I can't separate them!
Not I can't. What can? They're in front of me, so I can lift them to my face. My hands smell like dirt, but I can move my fingers. I can move my hands. I can wipe my eyes. I can wriggle my wrists--they're not tied tightly. It's not rope... it's softer, like a t-shirt wrapped around them. I can pull my hands out and use the cloth to wipe my face. I can see... It's dark. Can I see?? Maybe I can't see!
What are you going to do if you keep panicking? Nothing. You can see, but you're not trying. Right... I can see it's lighter over there, further away, higher up. I am on the floor. That could be a window. I'll try. I will try.
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