Outside My Room

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.