Claustrophobia
By heinzs
Claustrophobia It was pitch dark. I flexed my eyelids to assure myself they were open. There was not a sound - total silence, total dark. I felt that I was lying on my back, but I couldn't be sure. I was afraid to move - afraid to try. What if my hand should touch a wall - an enclosure surrounding me? What was that? That rasping sound? I held my breath and it stopped ... it was me! Fear gripped my chest in its cold steel-hard grasp. The beating of my heart became overpowering - all-encompassing. I struggled to cry out but a cloying paralysis pervaded my body. "O.K., ma'am - your 20 minutes are up." Someone removed the black goggles protecting my eyes from the UV and I shakily stepped out of the tanning booth. Too great a price to pay for vanity's sake... the first and last tanning session I would take. 1-9-2002 Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 09 2002 05:15 AM PST, Heinz Scheuenstuhl 0 • 1
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