Claustrophobia is an unusual state of mind. It frightens, it hurts, it leaves you crumbled like a rock that has been lashed and whipped by the roar of the sea.
Walking in a library brings about an abnormal state of mind as well. The high shelves force you to feel inferior. Scanning the books allows you to feel excitement and helplessness- and a feeling of never ending.
I picked up a book, dusty but not old. Something about nature, I can’t seem to remember. I walked to a table and a chair and seated myself. I remember taking off my shoes and placing them under the table. A few pages into the book and I was asleep. The afternoon light from the window faded into the realm of dreams.
I awoke with a start. Where was I? I looked down. I could hardly see myself. I looked around and there were only figures that resembled monuments. Tall, majestic monuments.
I got up, afraid. The window framed a picture of the yellow moon. And I realised I was locked in the library. I walked to the place where I knew there was a door. The door was locked. The window felt more appealing than ever. I pushed the window but it was sealed. I ran towards all the windows, pushing them, almost banging them, trying to find a way out. It was dark and there was no air. There couldn’t be air, I wasn’t breathing. I barged into the great shelves, hoping to move them. They began to tilt, until the library looked more open. It was needed for air circulation , it was necessary. I pushed the windows, scraped at them, but to no avail. I pushed the shelves again and all of a a sudden, the monuments crashed to the floor, leaving a cloud of dust behind looming over the room.
This would be the end of me. The air that I was breathing now, was only filthy air. Air that would enter my lungs and destroy them. I could feel the process- the degrading process. The filth was taking over, controlling my being, my brain, my body. I thought about my future, Oh! There is no future for me. Raindrops disturbed my thoughts as they splattered on the horrific sealed glass windows. I cried. For I would never feel rain. I would never feel. I would never breathe.
The dirt enveloped me completely and I fell down to my knees. The walls closed over my crumpled body. Just then, the door opened. But they only found me dead, my soul gasping for air.
Inspired butter 