geoffreydemey

I am fine, all is well. I am running, spinning, and dancing. I am free! I know no cares. Then it happens. My rejoicing is cut short. I feel the darkness encroaching upon me. I feel my chest begin to constrict. I fall to my knees, gasping. I feel the blood begin to slow. My hands and feet feel as if someone is repetitively jabbing them with needles. It feels as if someone has just plunged a knife into my chest. Darkness begins to flood my vision. It passes over as quickly as a shadow. I can't breathe! I am suffocating! Air flows in and out of my mouth, but that is as far as it goes. I am as helpless as an aborted child. In my