Needed to get out, a blind hand reaching
The fingertips graze and grasp at nothing
Panic rises, chilling her to the bone
Blinking in pitch black, her feet find the floor

One toe dipped in a dream and one clutches here
Hands against walls, feeling for a way out
The door that once was, is not there anymore
She tumbles.

And as she falls the haze lifts from her eyes
Her heartbeat slows and her hands finds the light.

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