A Door Made Of Soil
Before I fell asleep, I laid on a soft bed. It was comfortable and my pillow was so soft and comfy.
I slowly closed my eyes and let sleep grasp me in its arms.
As I opened my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness.
I can't breathe.
It seemed that the place I'm in is suffocating and made me unable to breathe air.
I was sweating.
I looked above me and I noticed the door.
It was made of soil.
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