Dark Room

The door calls to me and beckons me to open it. When I muster up the courage and turn the handle my eyes are consumed by the darkness inside. There is fog as thick as ocean waves and my hand disappears from sight as I try to push through it. I make my way inside and I hear the door swing shut, now trapped I feel around hoping to find something, anything. I soon find that I am in the room in which I spend most of my nights. I am lost in the fog, it seeps into my lungs and I feel as though I can’t breathe. Suddenly I see a small crack in the floor that lets a ray of sun in that slices through the fog and blinds me. Scared I retreat into the darkness, but the light follows me. Suddenly the room is no longer filled with fog, I can see every surface and every corner. I reach for the door and it swings open with no hesitation. There are still a few remnants of fog near the crack in the floor, but I have no fear that they will disappear.