Serene sounds steadily filled a saturated starry night.
Whispers and echoes of those whispers engulf the hallway. The magnitude of it all has the small child floored. Now collapsed on the floor, the room begins to twirl in the boy's eyes. Where is up? Right. Left. Up. Down. It all is inconceivable. Gathering every ounce of strength he has, the boy attempts to stand up with all good intentions. As his shaky legs elongate, balance is lost, and he becomes one with the floor once again. His intentions were good, yet the end result was not what he had hoped for. Panicked on the ground, the boy is left with no choice but to slow his mind. His breathing begins to slow, his mind relaxes, and slowly, but surely the hallway becomes stationary. Cautiously, he once again rises to his feet. His sweaty hands now press into the sheet rock around him. He must use what he can around him to give himself extra strength to continue down the hall. This strength will keep him moving until he is able to regain it himself.
He may not always be strong, but he surrounds himself with strong pillars and is always aware of their location and proximity.
My posts may be few and far between, but you know what that means. Words are always written in one form or another.
