Empty darkness. Wait – blurs of light. No shapes.
Colors overwhelm my senses. No smell.
Water. Mist? Choking confusion. No air.
Move upwards. Push upwards. Struggle.
I surface. Almost. Still no air. It’s cold.
The ceiling. Hard. Solid. Cold.
I scream. I thrash. I break through.
I left the damn window open again. A chance to do some work.