Stuck in the glass house
“Help! Somebody, anyone, help me! '
It's stuffy. I can barely get any air. In here it is too small, I can barely turn my ass and besides, I crave out like this, but I can't get out. The stage of the walls coming at me I have long passed. In fact. There are no walls at all, everything is matte around me. Is there no one who can help me? Is there no one to hear me? How long am I locked up here?”
It stays quiet. I'm not being heard. But wait, the ground is shaking. Do I hear stepping there? No, the sound of voices or steps does not penetrate, but clearly something or someone is approaching. I hardly dare hope anymore, screaming is no longer possible, my voice is raw and hoarseness, but I can pounding. Out of all my power, I almost smash my fists.
Can it be done? Anybody notice me? I push my nose flat on the frosted glass and see someone approaching vaguely. Is that rescue near now? Whenever he or she doesn't pass me by. I feel movement. Yes. It's gonna happen!
