COMPROMISES
There's something wrong with the window, I suddenly notice, the icy snow suddenly taking over the surface is transparent white cracks like and when I lift myself from the bed to inspect it, I realise the ground is saturated with fog.
It's thin, and bubbling, as if it's seeping from beneath the door's bottom filling the room. Panic fills me immediately and I take a step back moving out of it's reach as white wisps like flow upwards towards my hands.
"No, stay away" I tell it, fanning away the small billows that move towards me. Some manage to wrap around my feet and I feel as if the ground has someone become soft and sandy, Pulling me downwards. They continue to wrap, back and forth, hand and waist while I use my other to fan the smokey assailant, it's arms crumbling before reforming once more. I can't scream, voice stuck in my throat, sinking further into the quick sand that has become my room, until I'm fully covered and falling through thick darkness.
I come to a sudden
