Airless Nightmare.

Imagine feeling unwell and unexpectedly passing out cold and then waking up in a claustrophobic, pitch black space with no room to lift your head or to even move your hands, to even breath. The lucid sensation of a sweaty nightmare wears off and you realize that this is not a dream and you are in fact imprisoned in this space in which the air is growing thinner.
Attempts to free yourself with brute force, with all your capable strength are futile and you lay motionless once again, your pathetic breaths hitting the panel, an inch above you.
As each breath grows thinner so do your thoughts.

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