*Dust*
I struggle against the suffocating weight pressed against my face, panic clawing at my insides. My heart races, thundering against my ribcage as I flail my arms wildly. My fingers brush against something sharp on the bedside table… a pen, maybe? A shard of glass? I don’t care; I just need to escape this prison of softness.
Grasping the object, I swing it blindly, adrenaline pumping through my veins like fire. I feel a sudden resistance, then a scream pierces the haze, high and panicked, echoing in the confines of my mind. The pressure on my face loosens, and I gasp for air, drawing in the sweet, life-giving oxygen that feels like a gift after the suffocation.
I see a figure dart away, their shadow disappearing into the doorway, and I’m left trembling in the dim light of the room
