I sense the air catch in my lungs.
I gasp desperately as I feel the walls closing in.
My vision turns to a blur.
I wake up with beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
The worst feeling now was I’d preferred the dream to reality.
Because as I wake up my nightmare begins.
And I begin my day looking into the past with regret, enduring the present with pain and waiting for the future to fast forward to the very end.