My eyes open,
but I don't see. I touch the surface below me, yet I don't feel. Now, after so long In this icy silence I am straining to hear; Yearning for even the faintest creak Or tap. Yet, No matter How much I listen, My ears are still Stuffed with cotton. A breath, Then a groan. I turn my head, And it is completely silent Except for my own breath. My eyes open, It is completely dark. An endless void That yawns and threatens To swallow me, but instead It bears it's shiny teeth. I sit up, shielding My eyes from the Blinding light. My Window is waiting. I look down at my watch and realize... I'm late for school.
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