Looking around, breathing shallow.
Their faces all looking at me.
I can feel the laughter entering the room.
I keep looking around.
Clock is
Ticking, gusts of wind through the
Blinds on the walls.
Quiet.
My palms are soaked.
I need to exit the room.
I feel the growth of panic and
Guilt taking over me.
I begin to shake vigorously.
Looking around more my breathing
Is out of control.
I wake up...