This post is part of the Weekend Writing Warriors blog hop. I’ve enjoyed my Sundays with WeWriWa and if you have some extra time, stop by and read some great snippets from fellow writers.
You are in a white room and the door is open. It is partway open and you can see only a sliver of radiating white beyond it. You stare at the sliver for a long time. Your breath rattles in and out of your mouth so aggressively your head and neck are shuddering. You are afraid the door is not open and that you are hallucinating. You are afraid the door is open. You crawl towards it. Your arms tremble so hard that you fall and your chin hits the ground. When you arrive at the door, you touch it carefully so it won’t move. You are afraid that someone will know if it moves.
Part V, this time next week.