Black.
Breathe deeply.
Dusty, musty, inky black.
Standing still for fear of tripping.
Kneeling down, feeling stony ground.
Crawling, cringing, fumbling bleeding hands.
Following a rusty chain through darkness to hope.
Heavy wood, cold metal. Light seeps through locked door.
Time stands still, feeling of no consequence, only hope for freedom.
Dry throat choking, fall to ground, broken fingernails bleed.
Darkness closing in, despair is creeping, crawling.
Angels fingers guide hand to something small.
A key! Anxious, fumbling, try the lock.
Stiff at first then slowly turning.
Joy of the light ensues.
Breathe deeply.
White.
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