It came to a crossroads some fifty miles off. We 
should have never been out to begin with but it was too 
late by this point. A simple look around seemed the best 
idea though the inclement weather proved otherwise. And so 
we were trapped inside a metal prison with only a tempered 
glass view to the world. 
     The unpaved roads were too wet to drive on and the 
area was so fogged that a simple arms distance was too far 
apart. And yet we fully understood that danger that 
awaited us if we stayed even another five minutes. And 
foolishly we started the car in a hurried frenzy only to 
realize the ground beneath us had already pulled us in. 
However, we pressed the gas and thrusted forward so as to 
attempt to pull the car out of our inevitable doom, but 
the weather this day was to our disadvantage. An angry 
hand forced the key out of the ignition, leaving it half 
intact and useless. Built up frustration and anxiety had 
now fogged our view and the only solution seemed clear. 
And so we let out an almost psychotic rage which could 
only be described  as a delusional tantrum or seizure of 
some sort. And in what seemed like minutes, every inch of 
glass was shattered, allowing us to escape into the dark, 
stormy night although it also provided what was outsied 
with direct access to us. 
     And so we sat, sinking into an almost certain death. 
We had only our bloodied selves and dark gloom about us. 
And so we decided to leave fate and destiny to their work 
as we lay down and sleep. The last thing I remember is the 
cold feel of dark rain and the metallic taste of blood. 
And so we rested.
     Soon I would awake in a panicked frenzy, only to find 
myself in a struggle. After a sharp pinch and five 
minutes, I realized I was home. In a big living space with 
little more furniture that a finely decorated dorm room. 
My friends greeted me and gave me the coat I'd come to 
love. Tangled in my fabric jail, we lay in the corner of 
our padded room and once more wait for the time spent 
outside my room.