Beauty Sleep
The squares on the floor are forming a box
Trapping me in with no door.
I feel the water gushing in
Rising, drowning me from within
I see no way out
Just a voice, I hear, calling me from the other side
It grows louder and LOUDER
Until I see a small crack on the wall
Asking me to hold on
Just for a little longer.
The diming light now grows brighter
As the water finds a different path
Slowly waking me up from this dreadful slumber.