I feel nauseous and have to fight back the tears threatening to burst. The butterflies in my stomach are making me sick and I can’t breathe. My hands are shaking as my eyes dart wildly around the room.
The edges of my consciousness frantically scramble; clawing and tearing at the last sliver of control that is rapidly being blown beyond my reach. My fingertips feel bloody and raw when I am suddenly overwhelmed by the futility of my effort and the grasping becomes half hearted, eventually stopping altogether.
I shudder and fold over, fold inwards, hiding inside of myself.
With no control and half blind with fear I hold my breath as the strange wind continues to rage. It tears around me, propelling me forward, farther into the unknown. But where is it taking me?
A single tear slips out, immediately torn off my face.
There’s no turning back now.
Gritting my teeth I widen my eyes and take a step forward.
Suddenly the wind stops.
I can breathe again.
One step at a time.