Cocoon

“With blurred vision it is difficult to see anything around. My eyes have grown tired of this artificial light. My lungs pull the air in a spasm even though I don't remember holding my breath. Just another craze. Adrenaline fills me. The air is always the same, I need to get out. My legs hurt, crack. If in the last 24 hours I got out of bed, it is a source of personal pride. I'm wasting time. I need to get out. Get out of that room, get out of the scenario I created myself. Get out of me.”