Empty Darkness

Empty darkness. Wait - blurs of light. No shapes. Colors overwhelm my senses. No smell. Water. Mist? Choking confusion. No air. Move upwards. Push upwards. Struggle. I surface. Almost. Still no air. It's cold. The ceiling. Hard. Solid. Cold. I scream. I thrash. I break through.

Awake.

I left the damn window open again. A chance to do some work.