panic

I jumped in and a blast of humid air greeted my descent. Walking away from where I fell, I pushed forward, fully aware that there's no turning back. I mindlessly followed the yellowish glow that hovered ahead of me and along it's path, dark figures took form - skulls, snakes, webs and spiders. The shadows toyed with my imagination. Faster and faster, the light sped forth. Excited, I quickened my pace. Not fast enough. I stopped to breathe hard but a nauseating plethora of strange scents deterred me from doing so. Falling short on breath, I took my time, slowly advancing deeper into the darkness, unfazed. With every step, the walls pushed down on me, up until I was on all fours, with my face close to the ground. Up, down, up, down, i climbed. Drained of energy and drenched in my own sweat, panic finally hit me with its lethal blow. It pushed me to surrender as I lay there, frozen. Trapped. And yet down to my very last breath, I knew there was hope and it didnt take long for my silent prayer to be answered. As if on cue, that familiar glow materialized and washed away the fear that surfaced in its absence. Saved, i lurched straight towards it. But no matter how hard I tried to get close, it just floated on, oblivious of my eager pursuit. That went on and on until a fierce light swallowed us both.

It's official, I'm a cave-crawler.