imagine

Imagine yourself in the hot seat.

Gahd, what a frightening thought.

BAM!

The little girl was in that same sticky scenario.
How did we end up here? she frantically asked. What am i doing here? Why am I here?
She couldn't open her mouth. Mustered every ounce of strength to do so.
And as she did, words came out wrongly from her puny lips.

The little girl was antsy, switching seats from this side to the other.
She couldn't sit up straight. Compulsively reached for the cleanser and frantically rubbed her hands to keep it clean. Wait, my hands are squeaky clean, she thought to herself.

Uncomfortable. Awkward. She felt like 'twas a trap.
She tried to take deep, long breaths. Deep breaths that come out as heavy sighs.
Speedy darts were headed her direction, too fast for her to even nudge.
I want out. Let me out. This ain't fun anymore. I WANT OUT!, her thoughts were struggling.

As the insides of her were screaming maniacally, her eyes snapped open.

Thank God, 'twas just a dream...