I feel like I'm sitting in a blue room.

All four walls, the floor, and ceiling, pure cerulean blue.

I lay on my back and feel a sense of calm wash over me.

It's like being in a park on a summer day.

Those days you just stare at the sky and point out the shapes of the clouds.

I feel at peace here.

As time goes by something changes.

At first I wonder if it's just my imagination, but it seems to be getting darker.

As time drifts on the blue becomes deeper.

Just a shade at a time.

I feel anxiety start to set in.

The color is closing in on me.

It engulfs me.

There is no escaping it.

I've been swallowed.

I close my eyes tight and take a deep breath.

"It's just like night" I tell myself.

I feel lost.

I start to forget who I am.

It's smaller and smaller around me.

Soon there's no space left for my body.

I can feel my breath slipping away.

I've become one with the blue.

It feels like an eternity is passing.

I just drift along as the color of night.

Listless and empty.

I await a sliver of light and long for another cerulean day.

I will wait in the abyss until I am found.

Something, someday, will reach in and save me.

Won't it?