An Ant Atop a Mountain of Quicksand

There's a soft quiet darkness as I lay in bed... My heart pounds from the anxiety of a shrinking sensation, while in an unfamiliar place. My ear drums thump to the pulsating hum of dormant appliances and electronics snoring.

There's fear that keeps my eye lids sealed shut... When I hear a knock at the door, they snap open and I pop up at attention. At this hour, I know that only trouble comes knocking.