Unfinished

Awake.

I'm flying, my feet lift slowly from the firm ground they once stood on and I feel myself levitate.
There is someone with me , they're holding my hand to steady me and I feel safe. As I look up to get a closer look at this mysterious yet calming presence beside me, reality slowly slips away.
The hand I was holding, my anchor, is pushing me into darkness. Further and further until all I see is... nothing.

I'm sinking, there's nowhere for me to go. This quicksand is swallowing me deeper and deeper. I should be panicking shouldn't I ? Im going to die. This is it. Breathing gets harder and harder, I know there must be something I can do. But who will hear me if I scream?

Apart from the person who put me here, I am utterly alone.

I let the darkness creep it's way through my body, the end is near and I'll have done nothing to stop it. I don't know where I am, how I got here nor who the heck I am. How am I supposed to find a way... I don't even know where "out" is.

Time is slipping and I know there is nothing I can do about it. Yet my hands are still frantically searching this endlessness for just... something!

My eyes lids become heavier as seconds race by. Everything is moving too slowly, pacing through. Then it stops.