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My Worst Fear
Another morning to wake up to. The sun has not risen yet, how strange.
I make my way off my bed stumbling for the light switch. It is not where it usually is, how strange.
Still in a sleep coma, I make my way to the bathroom door, but I cannot find the handle.The darkness is consuming and suffocating. My eyes strain for the tiniest light to create the outline of my room, but there was none.
My laptop light and cellphone are no where to be found, how strange.
I know where the television is. This will give me light, but the television is not in its space either. How frustrating!
Now, I have an inkling of what a blind person must go through when someone moves their things. I try to find my bed again to sleep for a little longer so when I awake the sun will be beaming on my face.
I stumbled over to where my bed was last, but it was gone. How could this be?
Realization hits that I walked through where my dresser should be. I did not trip over my sneakers or stub my toe on my desk. I did not walk into my closet or even into a wall.
Panic overtakes my body as I slide into a sitting position. I am utterly alone and confused. Never have I been so scared in my life!
It was then that a bright light comes on blindly my dilated eyes. My hands shoot to my eyes to lessen the pain. Creeping out from my hands, my eyes adjust taking in where I am.
The white went out for miles in all directions. I could not see where it ends. My tears were the only company I had in this place.
Where am I? What is going on? Where is everyone, my room, my house, my housemates, my family?