Light Read
As I fell into the pit, my eyes, ears and nose decided it was time to stop working.
My mouth opened, but not a sound came out, none I could notice. All I know is the feeling of how my lips grew dry and cracked slowly by the lack of moisture. My fingers became rigid, the walls felt solid and condensed. I grabbed my jacket with a hole in it, with a gust of air hitting my skin directly where the thick thread should be.
With no direction, no notion of where I was, I stood there, feeling the rock below me, frozen in space. My skin started burning, sweating, as a hot summer sun was melting my body on a furnace. My critical thinking hitting an all-time low, the reigning decision was to take off my clothing, and the more it came off, the hotter if felt. As a last resort to regulate what I thought to be high temperatures, I laid on the floor, flat upon the stones, feeling as if I melted and fused into the ground. The feeling faded away, until I fell asleep.
