writing

Trapped

Frozen, I awake.

My arm rests before me, but unable to move.

Face down in the pillow, barely able to breathe.

Unable to move. I close my eyes.

I wake again, muffled noises from my throat.

Still unable to move.

Unable to scream.

Unable to escape.

My mind runs wild with anxiety.

Pulled under again, I withdraw.

The loop continually repeats.

No way out.

Trapped.

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