Monday, December 23Playing God? Playing is for children.

This is just not happening. I’m still trapped. I can feel the darkness starting to close in and I start to breathe harder, my heartbeat starting to race. That’s when I hear it. The voice of a young woman asks:
“Hello? Is someone…. in there?”

The noise must have drawn someone. But it seems like someone who’s as clueless as I am about the situation in which I’ve found myself.

1- Maybe a conversation will get me out of here.

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