You never desired to be here, yet somehow you find yourself walking down a blank hallway, following that blue line.

Your heart thumping anxiously in your chest as you realize you are lost. 

You pace back and forth, studying the same floor until suddenly every tile becomes significant, you begin memorizing the image of each individual square, 

the polish, 

the scuff marks 

It all becomes ingrained into your memory and during the split second you decide to rest your eyes, it’s all still there, lingering where you least expect it. 

Dim lighting, 

The stale scent of sanitizer 

Heartbroken sobs.

These are things nightmares are made of and it seems I’m the main character. 

 

(The original piece I wrote was far too long, so I've split it up into parts. It's really only one visit.)